"He likes you," the whisper told Pia. Her heart nudged forward, opening like a blossom in spring.
The bud strained to open. Her rib cage was outlined in vines. They snaked down her arms, tendriling around her fingers and bursting into bloom when he first kissed her.
Dizzy, she spun in breathless circles, unconscious of the blossoms in her hair. The petals sloughed off like skin.
Soon, though, Pia grew up. When he left three months later, she didn't feel terribly sorry. The flowers were already closing, storing away like sleepy eyes.
The bud strained to open. Her rib cage was outlined in vines. They snaked down her arms, tendriling around her fingers and bursting into bloom when he first kissed her.
Dizzy, she spun in breathless circles, unconscious of the blossoms in her hair. The petals sloughed off like skin.
Soon, though, Pia grew up. When he left three months later, she didn't feel terribly sorry. The flowers were already closing, storing away like sleepy eyes.
Ooooh, I love the imagery here. Do I sense magical realism? *grins cheekily*
ReplyDeleteYou know, with recent events, that I can totally relate to Pia and how her feelings ebb and flow - but she doesn't regret them, just simply moves on. And there's hope that the blooming will come back again, because it never died, but only went back to sleep.