Scarlet Blankets

And, he fell to the ground
As light as a feather
As tranquil as a brook
With a smile on the corner of his lips
With a bliss on the corner of his eyes

No tear was shed
No gasp was heard
No pain was felt
No mutter was heard

Crimson hues spread all around
Wrapping him in scarlet blankets
Scarlet blankets that stealthily crept over his skin
Scarlet blankets that surreptitiously crept over his breath

And, as the last drop of cherry red dropped down
His eyes folded the drapes to the aura outside
His eyes unfolded the drapes to the aura inside.

Eivine

Hi! I’m Eivine, a writer who loves to prance around with words! Writing had been my ultimate passion ever since I learned to hold my pencil in the toddler days. Being a single child who didn’t have the luxury of YouTube, cartoons and video games of the present generation, my besties for life where books! My mother was the one who introduced me to the fantastic world of words that wove tales and poetry. One day when she returned from work, she had a big book in her hand. It was Enid Blyton’s “The Naughtiest Girl In The School.” I took it awestruck and asked her how I’m going to finish reading such a big book. She asked me to try it once and to both her and my surprise, I finished reading it in a stretch without even taking a break. That was my first step into the world of books, words, reading, and writing.