Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm
Fire propels her hand to a blur. The rasp of metal against stone, the technique taught to her by a once-love, fills the yawning maw of blackness inside with its star-sparks. She caresses her cold companion; so unlike flesh in its rigidity and focus of purpose.
In its faithfulness.
Trembling fingers slip. Crimson blossoms in a slow fury. The empty pillow next to her falls victim to sharp rage. Practice for when he stumbles in from his “business” meeting later.tip of blade glistens careless hands destroy two lives- love’s flame fanned to rage
For Haibun Thinking. This week’s prompts are the quote from a Robert Burns poem, as well as a photo prompt you can find on the challenge site. The quote stirred feelings of betrayal and vengeance, so my haibun reflects that. Head on over and join in with your own haibun.
Hope you enjoy.
Happy Reading and Writing!