“Delirium, you simple haven take up residence upon Elysian fields.” Hyacinth snorts in her insidious way. “Please gather those jaded mercurial excuses of yours.”
My eyes pick at her anthracite and wisteria soul. Her mask worn tightly is that of a quixotic pariah. My body language reduced to a transparent silhoute. Inside my kaleidoscope of emotions challenge my lucidity. I long to lash out in ciphers, the remnants of past fractures. The zenith of my fury is a sigh and yawn.
Still her vicious basilisk eyes pierce my spirit. Her residual boredom plays a requiem upon her xylophone of unkept threats.
“You are horribly jaded.” Her hips snap her elsewhere, placing me back to the ossuary of her world.
*one word from each letter, at least
Coloring Outside the Lines 
Well done Mark
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Thank you my dear. Knocking off some rust on the writing skills.
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impressive!
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Many thanks 😀
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