Vilde Tobiassen: Uncertainty, 2013
The first time your fragile beauty enchanted him, beyond what he could imagine.
Your hair, your thin body, those eyes, he marvelled at how nature could create such a jewel, and through the glass, the dream came alive, independent, obstinate.
You haunted his nights, by day he walked the streets, your image overlaid on all others, the slow torture of his obsession nestled in his heart.
The second time you were all tears and despair: you told him of your failures, your face the glow of a Vermeer, so vulnerable he thought, as he kissed you.
You agreed to meet again, and he knew then he was now locked in your dream.
(Inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s poem Pygmalion’s Bride, and by you, my model)
Of Glass & Paper 
This is really lovely! It’s amazing what can be done in just five sentences, isn’t it.
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You have a very intense little story here. Nice take on the prompt.
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Beautiful.
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Divine eloquence… 🌟
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Locked in someone else’s dream. I think that is a scary thought. Great imagery.
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Lovely intensity, I think I would have left out the ‘nestled in his heart.’ Without it cracks it up just that little more.
Regards Talia
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