Umbrage
The kitchen pricked him,
discovering mother’s need to devour her life
with comforting quiescence.
A sense of umbrage,
a hanging pink impatiens plant,
and spray remnants of corporeality
were wrapped around the rifle.
The kitchen pricked him,
discovering mother’s need to devour her life
with comforting quiescence.
A sense of umbrage,
a hanging pink impatiens plant,
and spray remnants of corporeality
were wrapped around the rifle.
This is sort of surreal in a good way (:
Loverly !
Oh wow. That’s a really haunting way to twist it. Nicely done. I love the pictures, too.
I liked the use of “umbrage”. I tried to use it but my story took me in a different direction.
I love how you twisted corporeality into this!!! Oh, indeed – well done!