Incongruous?
He looked, and saw: petite blooms, petals silken and smooth; choice firstfruits, fleshy and full. Reveling, unabashed, in praise.
She looked, and saw. That same plot, entrenched in It’s ways. Embattled by Death’s troops headed for plunder.
He and she, an inseparable couple. Unlikely, but nevertheless so.
Success and beauty lie – all in the eye.
Second chances
I stagger. Paralysed at the prospect of endless deterioration, and a terrifying end. Degeneration of the generation, you say in a matter of fact manner, delivering a quick routine homility. A sheepish grin mustered, I inwardly cringe at the thought. Eternal condemnation! – oh, if only I’d a second chance. Oughtn’t we all?
Darn these spectacles.
- Talia Seet 315
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