She steps outside and hugs her arms as the icy rain penetrates her clothes and punches holes in her wings. Red neon bleeds over pinions as he stands in the shadows. He beckons her to his side, fingers clutching slender hips to turn and press her supine against the steaming hood of his car. Black, churning, scaled. Wicked whispers in her ear and she draws him forward for a kiss.
Her wings enfold them, graze the muscles of his back, clothed in incredible black, an absence of nothingness, less than not, as if light had never been. He bites her lip; his hands wander, seeking her skin and her wings shiver. A sigh like wind in trees and he slips inside. She sings in soft whispers; her fingers dig into his arms as the pace increases and intensifies.
They call out in unison. A gentle moment—sweet nuzzles and scalding kisses. Her wings spread.
He watches her ascend into the heavy rain.
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25 comments:
There is great elegance in your writing as well as menace. I salute your bows.
What a beautifully written piece. I had to read it slow to catch the full impact of each word. Nicely done.
The imagery hits home the sense of a fall from grace. Well done.
"an absence of nothingness, less than not"
Poetic prose. A lovely ethereal piece. Beautiful!
That's men for you. All hands, no interest in wings.
Wait, I am a man.
This is a conundrum.
Glad the holes the rain punched didn't cripple her wings. Sin's fun for a minute, but it's much better to fly.
I had to read it twice to revel in the sensuality of it.
Great work.
Incredible description, as always. I'd say "it's as if we're there watching" but that's a bit voyeuristic.
Excellent stuff.
Sin indeed, but what an intoxicating and beautifully crafted story.
loved the image of the red neon dappling through the holed wings, such a sumptuously rich image. This is achingly beautiful writing. The best of painting & literature brought together
Marc Nash
A fallen angel indeed. Gorgeous, sensual prose. Loved it. Peace...
Beautiful, sensual, sinful. Gorgeous writing, Carrie.
I had to read this three times - it's that good. LOVE this description especially: "an absence of nothingness, less than not, as if light had never been."
Stunning.
I think I like "ethereal" to describe this peace. The writing is lyrical but the words are sinister. You just know he doesn't want what's best for her. Excellent.
Such a beautiful balance of light and dark; so poetic and lyrical.
Adam B @revhappiness
You make sin sound heavenly.
This was so gorgeous to read... wow.
I was hooked from the first haunting image, a "face dappled by silver rain." You created a very moving piece in so few words.
Gorgeous. You do more in a smattering of paragraphs than I could do with a legion of smoking hot angel chicks at my heels. You do indeed rock.
Enchanting. Simply enchanting.
Stunning and visceral as always.
Your writing so often transcends prose, this is somewhere between song and dream. I love it.
Your writing so often transcends prose, this is somewhere between song and dream. I love it.
I'm always impressed with your work, I read this on Friday, didn't comment, and came back to read it again. I still don't know what to say, it's just beautiful. Well done.
Excellent piece. So beautiful in a dark enticing way. Elegantly done. :)
Loved this: icy rain penetrates her clothes and punches holes in her wings.
And the part about the bleeding neon. Such poetry in your prose.
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