Sunday, November 3, 2013

Week in Seven Words #188

Cold chicken, sandwiches, and an easing of tension.

It's an episode of self-destruction. Her senses splinter, her mind pursues the dozen sins and slights she thinks are aimed at her. With a single-mindedness, she runs the evening to the ground. Afterwards, her eyes are suspiciously bright, but she can't see that she shares any part of the fault for how badly the evening went.

The color of the day is burnt umber. That's what I feel in me: low-key anger that crisps and singes and stirs up the ashes. But I'm at peace from time to time as well. The day is one of shocking beauty.

Most of the notes are breathy and weak. But the last one comes alive and is held to the limit of human breath.

spun sugar
Weaving fragile lies for the children, so that they'll continue to not put a name to what they might suspect.

He assumes a humble, pious pose and speaks as one who has little experience of the world. Maybe I'm in too cynical a mood to appreciate what he's saying.

Food leaking from aluminum trays. Liquid on the carpet. Little of what matters is salvageable.


Yvonne@fiction-books said...

Hi Hila,

If those seven such expressive words are truly a reflection of your week, then I do hope that this coming week is a little more peaceful and calm for you.

Having said that, I can really associate with a couple of them myself this past week, especially 'meltdown' and 'rawness'.

I also actually love leftovers, although that wouldn't be an option in our house, as hubbie would think that I was either lazy, or punishing him for something, although he would have no idea what he could have done that was possibly so wrong!

Great post and I love your 'Words In Bold' site and hope that it is very successful for you.


Naida said...

To mirror what Yvonne said, I hope the upcoming week is more relaxing. How sad is spun sugar.
And with rawness, you describe these Fall days perfectly, shockingly beautiful.
Happy Sunday.

HKatz said...

Thanks, Yvonne :) and I hope your week has gotten better after what you've experienced of 'meltdown' and 'rawness.'

And thanks, Naida. Yes, spun sugar is so sad...