#Today's vocab: inept ballet

[withinthebrain]

Sheep

An inept bellet prances through my mind tonight May as well be sheep

[withinthebrain]

The Last Grain

In the dimness of the room, candles flicker, leaving an inept ballet of shadows leaping across the walls. Mingled scents of wax and cloudiness linger in the shadows like an elusive embrace.

Mechanically, the night unfolds into a rhythmic rendezvous. An assassin of silence, my booming heart, echoes within the cell of my chest, shaking the bars of my ribcage, seeking an escape.

Darkness swallows the moon this night, leaving nothing but the gaunt shadowed candlelight. And your pale face, more poignant than ever, withers like petals fallen from flowers once bright.

Stale life clings to my tongue, overtaken by the stench of no return.

The colors have faded, the candle has melted, and the last grain of sand is falling...