A butterfly post to end on a better note before I slink back into the shadows.
Now is the time for my writing break and for enjoying the luxury of reading the creations of other amazing writers here.
My unending thanks to every one of you at Mirakee for extending your patience, appreciation and recognition towards my words.
@writersnetwork You are the lover I always keep coming back to :D You have been more than kind and generous and surprisingly stubborn with your support to me during this stint. Love you forever and more.♥♥
@mirakee Despite all the complaints you still are the best writing platform out there in terms of easy interface, wide readership and desi vibes. Those are the flavors that are hard to resist and deserve to be cherished more by all. Thanks and kudos for the awesome work you are doing. (And I haven't yet got used to calling you Miraquill :) ) ♥
@writersbay both your prompts and the quotes you share are offbeat and awesome. Writing for you was fun ♥
She melted herself into the vintage he took the glass to the road pit and poured entire of her inside, outside the bar. Cuts, and segments of knife over his chest, came after her drops as corrupt smell of her toes still arouses to him.
He tiptoed and seized her shape gousing fleshy thighs with concretes soaked in pious blood of saints, she used to kill during every new moon night.
The mud there smelled of rotten magnolia, he swallowed an unwanted breath, took her dirty socks off Both walked towards the lea, they came from, and marked trails of silence
Your presence stood as a burning light When darkness loomed inside my brick courthouse, ~an empty abandoned home~ Submerged under tumult of cemeteries Windows tightly shut warped with regrets Walls turned cold wallowing behind the mires of self-doubt
Your magical visage embalmed My uncorked bleeding skin Ingesting the stories of betrayals left behind Seeding a flicker of hope Deep Inside my frozen walls Scrapping the rusted layer laden with repentance To create something new
Your spark added fiery ink Into my dull graphite tiles Scribbling yellow all over my calloused floor, once Heaped with crumpled hopes And long forgotten dreams Making me believe forevers do exist.
Your love smells of a transformation Adding grace to my silent home Degreasing my ugly gloating Cogged under doubt and fog of mistrust Putting an end to the internecine struggle of my waif heart By spinning and entwining me in thread of whispered vows
Edit :- An unexpected surprise gift! My 2nd PoD Thank you @mirakee for making my already special day so much more special today. Thankfulness for such an awesome gift.
Will reply each one of you personally Be back soon❤️❤️