Saturday, December 31, 2011

Painting Stories #14


What I got:

Its fingertips rest on her forehead, leaving a thin imprint and the memories emerge. Greedy for her thoughts, for the recall of moments that are the crux of the girl, It noshes and tears through childhood- smiling at the sound of a leg breaking, at the ache of baby teeth loosening- then invading her adolescence- the piercing sting of rejection, of awkwardness, of a body plunging onward with curves and swells into womanhood.

4 comments:

Heather said...

Wow, that was unexpected. Fantastic, but unexpected! Well done.

TS Tate said...

Thanks, hon

YelenaC said...

Wow, that is chilling. Nicely done!

Also, I wanted to let you know that I nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. You can find the post here: http://tinyurl.com/85c5g46
:)

TS Tate said...

Thanks, Yelena! You rock!