Thursday, April 15, 2010

55-Silent Confessions




The insidious night wraps its dark covers around the windows of my room. A hoarse scream echoes through the walls, reflected right on my face, but I have no wish to hear. I cover my ears and sink deep under the quilts. But it’s there, eating up my innards. “It’s me, I killed him!”


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27 comments:

  1. wow that was great. Once again your writing style's amazing

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  2. Great 55. Love the texture of your writing. My 55 will be HERE after midnight Pacific time.

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  3. The conscience never sleeps..
    For most people anyway!
    Fantastic 55 Maha..
    What a future you have on this planet.
    Thanks for visiting, thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

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  4. hmm. i don't totally get this, but i really like it, and i'm sure it will have me thinking until i fall asleep...

    =)

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  5. That was cool! Too bad it's for the 55, though. I want to know what happens next! :)

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  6. http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/55-rain-is-17/

    here is mine,
    thank you in advance for reading it.

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  7. Your descriptions capture the sense of gloom so effectively. I wonder if the scream is from her memory, of a dark deed she's trying to escape...

    My 55 is Molten Words

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  8. I got chills from this. And mixed feelings. Very dark, but in awe.

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  9. chilling 55 maha...iys me killing him...wow. nicely done.

    my 55 is up!

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  10. that was very intense, very poe like
    great 55

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  11. Great 55 Maha, very dark and edgy!
    My 55 is up now.

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  12. Beautiful and thought-provoking. Lots of symbols and dark energy there. Well done. Love/ Jo.

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  13. Oh my gosh....this is so vivid in word imagery!!

    Loved your 55.

    Sunrise in the City ---as always, scroll down below my Show n Tell. Hope you're having a terrific Friday!!!

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  14. Beautiful!

    The conscience never sleeps.

    Jim

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  15. The guilty conscience won't leave us alone, wrapping around the corners of the house. Nice edgy and dark 55. Just the way I like them!

    Thanks! And thanks for joining my blog, by the way!

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  16. I hate when I kill people too and then my conscience gets all high and mighty... ;)

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  17. the consequences of killing... the *guilt* and all that you know!

    You write so beautifully dear Maha!
    ;)
    Dulce

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  18. congrats on your perfect poet award as well. smiles.

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  19. Intense and deeply touching. You have a powerful way with words. Lovely as always, Young One

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  20. WOW! this is unsettling but i could 'feel' it...
    thanks so much for your comment AND for following...you have honored me :) and you can be sure i'm going to keep an eye on you, too!

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  21. How, what, why????

    Really nicely done the plot unfolds...

    Cheers

    ck me out at Moondustwriter.com

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  22. ... and poesy... ?
    I love your reveries...:)
    This blog is wonderful ! ! !

    See you...:)

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  23. A guilty conscience makes a lousy bedmate. Good job!

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  24. Fantastic writing! Keep up the good work.

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