The word this week is WRENCH and my attempt follows on from the word of a few weeks ago which was Lashes. Hence here is Lashes just in case you haven't seen that one. As always thanks to Kripke for the wonderful material he allows us to borrow and to Enkidu and OnyxMoonbeam for being games-mistresses!
Lashes
The low, white winter sunshine is pouring into the dingy room through a gap in one of the boards at the broken window.
It bathes the man who sleeps, curled around his shotgun on the filthy floor, with a halo of light.
His exquisitely long lashes brush the tawny skin of his bruised cheek as he stirs, shivering in the cold morning air and his eyes open and fall upon my face.
Emerald pools pull me into their velvet depths as the breath catches in my throat.
That I should find such beauty within this madness is incredible to me.
Wrench
He stretches in the dappled sunlight. His body is feline, catlike with grace and power.
He uncoils from the shot gun which I know he wields like a natural extension of his strong arm, and I see the pain in his eyes as his many wounds awaken.
His clothes are stiff with dirt and sweat, torn and crusted with dried blood.
Yet he smiles.
His lip is split and the smile delivers a trickle of crimson against his pale skin.
But it is his eyes that wrench the heart from my body as I stretch out my hand to his.