The sound of knife on fabric,
Like a jackboot on glass,
Echoed the stroke of impatience
Around the tram terminal,
Where the suspicious eyes of the rum cull
Spotted the perfumed familiar gloss
Of his tragic, unfaithful mistress
In a passel of prospective lovers.
On her face, a blue and purple discolour
As she lay bleeding in the gutter.
Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on flickr
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #135 “December 26th, 2016”
writing in north norfolk 
Aye! Such fierceness and raw passion(s).
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Thanks Dorna!
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Ow! The compactness of this deepens cutting impact of your words. Excellent take on the prompt words.
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Thank you, Raivenne!
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