my entries for the Construct Cup |
I sit in the window watching your taillights disappear on the wings of the storm. you left me. the ice creeps within, surrounding me with its frozen protection. through dry eyes I see them, tiny lilac flowers clustered at the end of each branch as though huddling together against the ice. they shine. each hapless blossom covered as though dipped in wax, the layer of ice beautiful, even as its brittle cold kills. we are doomed. no icepick can free us, thaw our tender petals, free the scent of spring with its warm, healing presence. an owl glides through the night, lands on the branch, its talons cruel. it stares at me through the window in cruel judgment. the owl floats away. the bush shakes. the lilac shatters. line count: 30 Prompt for: April 18, 2016 ▼ |