Here is the result of our first Exquisite Corpse. Over 20 writers worked together to create it.
It was because of the tears and the pain-that’s why he let her down again.
The hard, white Texas light, dappled by the tree limbs
The cosmos swirled and swallowed her up, keen to collect its stardust once again
And just there, the sun, behind a compassionate cloud that veils us from intense reflection
her rosy face flickered, casting colorful lights in the night sky.
Introspection that implodes a broken heart within a guilt ridden soul
I heard a young girl laughing like Leila on our wedding day.
her rosy face flickered, casting colorful lights in the night sky.
The eastern sky flame red with ominous signs of hope.
Behind the charcoal of the burned was a sphere of unbreakable glass
Hope. The last expectation even on borrowed time.
The air pierced through her like a frozen dagger not visible in the night
Language is the substance of a state,reading through the cracks of a body.
the mind did bend in search of the knots end
Even in a great upheaval, she displayed her unwavering passion for him.
The snow blew over her body in the dark, quiet field.
She lay next to his warmth, summoning grace to bridge the gap between them.
As he turned the corner he came face to face with one of his greatest fears.
In the dark of the night before death had come at pace
Sending forth a bellow, awaiting the answering echo
As I stood,
and watched from the snowy woods
Entwined between now and then
as the sun turned fire red her skin started to burn as she bid him farewell, he professed his love for her.
After a long cold night, the sun rose bright
Then her spirit rose to touch me as if to comfort my aching soul
Sunday morning, sun streaming through windows in need of cleaning
Life is purgatory and her silence was hell

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