Damned Words 19
reblogged from Pen of the Damned – nine horror/dark fiction writers interpret one photograph in 100 words each…
Joseph A. Pinto
Yes, your prize, your trophy, your prop for the world to behold. Framed by unflinching eyes, supported by hands unshaken. So vivid, your portrayal. Like the seasons, your dichotomy appreciated only by a clear lens and a distorted view. Yet the approaching tempest goes unnoticed; still the limbs go ravaged. Revel in the fall, revel in the winds that blow. Landscapes resculpted, reimagined by the inevitable. Yes, revel in the lie, for beneath the illusion, the splendor, remains a truth you cannot speak: you have broken the chlorophyll down. Life you present, while around you death rejoices all the while.
The Autumn Quietus
Lee A. Forman
The fresh, healthy colors turned, became the tones of decay. Dillon breathed deep the scent of rot with a…
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