entry for Friday Fictioneers, June 28, 2013
How it left my mouth, toward her. How long I’d ached and labored it. How meticulously prepared. From amorphous origins – a preoccupation and urge, a hunch, desire. Like longing + some desperate attention. Had I shared this constant process, they’d have named it “obsession.” A phrase, a statement, a promise, a claim. How it left my mouth when the moment arrived, arrowing itself toward her. A chiseled and hair-thin fibre of sound, a core-content-chain of DNA, let free in the matter between us. How it blurred and whooshed past. Disintegrative and smeared in possible meanings. How quickly the resulting compound decomposed and deconstructed.
Polysemic Stupor 
Nicely done. The language structure is almost like the picture itself, it whizzes by and almost blurs together.
Kudos!
Lungs’ labors lost? 🙂
janet
Thank you!
🙂
A song and a delight.
Dear N,
A vivid blur, I’d say.
shalom,
Rochelle
I love it when individuals come together and share ideas.
Great blog, continue the good work!