She spilled giggles on the floor
bubbled with open grins
melted when he peppered her skin
with rose-scented whispers.
Dawn echoed across his head
fear sparked shadow-clouds to shimmer
twisted to see a flicker
took a breath
– cue the scar
there was no sound.
dVerse – Quadrille Monday (some of the past words) with this week’s word: fear.