Y. Yolk
Yellow stains a small blob on a clear cut glass.
Shards of light are reflected in its intricate design. Swirling in loops, the glass synchronizes patterns interlocking with leaves which attempt to bind them in unity.
A yellow stain blobs on its bottom surface, glass which is cold to the touch holds the yolk in place.
A reflection, a tremor, a girl’s waist, captured in cream blush, white lace juxtaposed against its smooth exterior.
To glide over its color is akin to touching flesh.
Lucy feels herself drawn to its touch, wanting ever so slightly to prick the almost perfect exterior.
Shards of light are reflected in its intricate design. Swirling in loops, the glass synchronizes patterns interlocking with leaves which attempt to bind them in unity.
A yellow stain blobs on its bottom surface, glass which is cold to the touch holds the yolk in place.
A reflection, a tremor, a girl’s waist, captured in cream blush, white lace juxtaposed against its smooth exterior.
To glide over its color is akin to touching flesh.
Lucy feels herself drawn to its touch, wanting ever so slightly to prick the almost perfect exterior.