Breathing Vortices

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Opening Line
 
She sat at the window, nose pressed against the glass until it was numb with cold. She imagined her breath brought frost and her blinks brought rain. From inside her tiny room, she controlled every element of the world outside.
 
Use this as inspiration for a short story or poem.

 

She stared out into the window

Rapidly firing blinks

Like water bombing from a watergun

Or torrents from a thousand sinks

And breathed, through the glass,

Wilfully into the world outside

Creating a universe of Ethereal Beings

In the gloom and darkness to reside.

Faster, faster, first they walked, then ran,

Moshing in a great Wall of Death,

An uproar that even the Heavens noted

With jagged spotlights

Drawn into the maelstrom, coated

With a layer of the ground.

Spiraling out of control,

The vortex turned upon itself ‘round,

And vanished into the sky whole

With but a glimmer.

 

Link to my poem on Figment:

http://figment.com/books/647243-Breathing-Vortices

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