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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Defloration

My dress, wrapped like a collar, smells of grass.
After I kicked his face, he pulled off my boots - hips jerking, rocks scraping against my back – and heaved them into the creek.
The grass smells like warmth against my cold body.




14 comments:

  1. Very evocative. You took me there!

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    1. Thank you, Susan! Though maybe 'sorry' is more appropriate...

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  2. Touching & chilling. Well-expressed.

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  3. The title adds so much meaning to the story. Amazing what one word, never mind 42, can accomplish!

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    1. Yeah, the title was agonizing for this one. Thanks so much, SL!

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    1. Don't mean to be mean, but I'm glad you found it intense : ) Thanks, Cheney!

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  5. Love the sense of grass smelling of warmth - a real sense of summer - although I get the feeling her body is cold through death rather than emotionally.

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    1. Thanks for the love, Sarah Ann! She wasn't dead when I left her, but almost as good as...

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  6. I smelled that grass then wham!!! So intense!

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    1. What a wavelength, eh? Thanks, Gina!

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