9 Word Challenge


Streetlights peeking into the alleyway
gave glimpse to the silhouette.

The hand held aloft by a slight arm
raised the can
borne with a tremble to leave record
in a graphic language.

Paint that stuttered
a word the ghost of her past
had felt, known and lost
leaving her shivering.

The winter sky bore down upon her
as if a tombstone
yet solace found her
as the first flakes settled
and the spectres faded forever.

~ Aryon
14 Nov 2012

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