Below is a piece I wrote my senior year of high school.
Honestly, I wrote this a couple hours before my deadline. I was instructed to experiment with parentheses and long sentences.
See how the line intersect after –”
(The green scarf slipped down her shoulders.
Her hands – flat, in front of her face, frayed, fingers apart –
Touched her mouth; Legs bent, torso twisted, moving contrapposto,
She stepped on her scarf: a thinning rug; a rug stained with ketchup:
A hobo’s Christmas banner; a banner hung in Laundromats, sometimes;
Sometimes tucked behind a boot’s tongue in the basement,
Bandaged with rolled rugs;
Rugs – green, splattered with red – in between us.)
“Let me step forward now,
Look at this again, with me, closer,
Now we are parallel to the painting.”