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d commented on the post, sonar 10 months ago
sound. solar. the sound of sunlight, i imagine is like small girls’ anklets.
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Divya wrote about the word sacrifice 1 year, 6 months ago
The hem of your velvet skirt darkens as you take your first step
Into the soft surrender of the waves.
You kneel solemn,
As the darkness saturates its path through your burgundy beauty.
Closer,
Ever closer.
Your body
For your sanity. -
Divya wrote about the word muse 1 year, 9 months ago
Her bare body languished before him, speckled with sunlight, begging to be realised in oil paint.
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Divya wrote about the word wade 1 year, 10 months ago
He waded into the shallow pool, water flicking it’s cool tongue over his bare ankles. Cautious, cautious, he told himself. Better to be cautious.
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Divya wrote about the word beloved 1 year, 11 months ago
She was his everything. He was consumed in her, lost in her thoughts, in her dreams, in her soft hair. His life revolved around her, and what he could do for her.. it was always a different point on the compass of her centre.. never away, just around.
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Divya wrote about the word beloved 1 year, 11 months ago
Beloved. Be-loved. I want to be loved. I’m sure you do, too. Maybe I can try do your raw, untainted expectations justice? And maybe, in turn, you can soften the world-weariness of mine.
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Divya wrote about the word radio 1 year, 11 months ago
She would float off by herself, in herself. On sunny days that crinkled like eyes, she would sit by the river with her blue radio. She would sing songs that filled her up, but left her feeling empty.
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Divya wrote about the word sideburns 1 year, 11 months ago
Her honey breath stroked his face; they were so close that he could see his own eyes reflected in her . A soft coil of gold settled on his neck as she tilted her face towards him, her lips brushing the rough outline of his jaw.
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Divya wrote about the word mint 1 year, 11 months ago
The brisk air was like a slap against her face after the drowsy warmth of the fire. It stung, in a lovely way.
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Divya wrote about the word torch 1 year, 11 months ago
Her hair clouded around her, a incandescent mane of fire and gold. It was magnificent, the physically manifested enigma surrounding her.
The tip of a match, ignited.
A spark, a flame.
A brilliance. -
Divya wrote about the word booth 1 year, 12 months ago
It started with a ballot. A single fateful slip into the depths of the scratched and well-used box, echoed in various booths around the nation. One ballot, multiplied in number by force and whispered threats.
His gentle demeanour and soft promises couldn’t be matched by the sheer power and brutal force of the opposition. -
Divya wrote about the word pretzel 1 year, 12 months ago
She lay twisted around him like a winding path. Her hair rose lightly, as it caught on her wine stained breath.
She was beautiful in her disarray.
She was wondrous in her cacophonous jungle of being. -
Divya wrote about the word domestic 2 years ago
His harsh glare is full of emptiness.
Her skin, slick with sweat. Her eyes, dead a long time ago.
She flinches as his heavy arms swing toward her, aim numbed by drunken rage.She is fallen. Broken.
In the whispered promise of the night, she flees.
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Divya wrote about the word mole 2 years ago
It started with a mole. A dark spot on the side of her swan neck. She had scratched at it, her fingers staining red.
How ironic, how poetic, he thought, that the first signs of her ugly death had surfaced on the most beautiful part of her body. -
Divya wrote about the word tempted 2 years ago
The dangling sliver of meat hung dejectedly, suffusing the air with the stench of warmth and bloody rawness. A small dog traced circles below it. Watching. Waiting. Temptation overtaking.
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Divya wrote about the word curious 2 years ago
She is beautiful. Spirited. Bursting at the seams with wild youth.
Curiosity overtakes her mind at times, gets her past locked doors and into sticky-sweet situations.
Nevertheless, she is breathtakingly alive.
And I want that. -
Divya wrote about the word forgotten 2 years ago
A slip of paper swam in the wind. He, following it’s indecisive swaying with his eyes, reached for it. As he clutched the wayward paper in his hand, he twitched with anticipation at what he might soon know. A lover’s sweet words. A child’s spelling list. A thinker’s meanderings into his own mind. A puzzle, [...]
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Divya wrote about the word vodka 2 years ago
The night came back to him, a thick haze of sweaty kisses and clumsy touches. Her stale-sweet breath and his shaky palms; she stumbling into his arms, as if by accident.
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