MY LAST VISION

                               ( 1 )

                            In the sun light, her hair shone a different color, almost a deep blue. Her skin, a bright pink. Her eyes, a glimmer of yellow.

 

                                And in the end, as her pink skin gave birth to a million tiny black hairs that were wild and tangled in each other, I never stopped loving her.

 

                                Not even as her protruding fangs devoured my heart she had just ripped from my chest.

 

                                The last vision of her fades as darkness caresses  my wanton soul.

 

 

 

 

                                     ( 2 )

 

 

  The last vision of her fades in the sun light as her pink skin gave birth to a million tiny black hairs that were wild and tangled in each other.

 

 

 

 

     I never stopped loving her.

 

 

 

 

  And in the end, her protruding fangs devoured my heart.  Her eyes, a glimmer of yellow, carresses  my wanton soul.

 

 

 

 

                         ( 3 )

 

 

                                    My wanton soul caresses her pink skin as she gave birth to a million yellow eyes protruding  through the sun light.

 

 

 

 

              I stopped loving her.

 

 

 And in the end, I devoured her heart  as my last vision of her faded into darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        ( 4 )

 

 

                                    Loving her  in the end, my wanton soul caressed her heart that gave birth to a million tiny  fangs that ripped the sun light from my protruding  chest.

 

 

                              I devoured the darkness that faded into a glimmer of  bright pink skin.

 

 

 

                   My last vision.

      

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

A dark mythic story told in such few words. Love the way each telling gives more details and a different perspective to the events. Beautiful language.

[Nimbus Thread]

I enjoyed this. In the end love prevails. The deconstruction was brilliant. Decaying, unraveling twisting always reforming then converging into what the protagonist needed. The form works in my mind. Send it to Surreal-zine! I do like the different!