She

She was the scent that lingered heavy in the air after a thick and heavy summer rain. She was the sun that burst through the gray clouds, absorbing the moisture, she was the humidity that saturated your skin She was the smell of perfume that…

A Mother’s Love (hour 6)

Nothing is stronger than a mother’s love. She is witch and woman. Maternal horror and nightmare to all. When blood creeped down Rapunzel’s legs, her mother knew It was time. “A room is a small thing of walls, but your mind is so much more….

Price

Squish! The mud pulled on my Keds, each step stretching tired muscles. Slurp! Moisture began skipping up my jeans; the cuffs slowly becoming bricks of clay. OOMPH! The septic marsh was winning. My legs no longer willing to even try. Sigh! Strong arms tug me…

Prompt #5 Picture prompts: #warning

#warning   heights placed there by adoring sentiments made to seduce me into the dark embrace of conceit – removing myself from… forgetting to remember to honour the muses who fill me before my pen.   it’s a teaching in humility: this crumpled parcel of…

HELP

Everything is closing in. I live in a castle, with gargantuan rooms And regal tapestries But, I’m feeling more like Rapunzel- Trapped in a tower In this state, I have no power The more I perspire, the smaller things become. I am trapped Everything is…

prompt 7 hour 6

What glorious things you must have hidden away in your chambers that you keep oh so coveted Away from prying eyes and lingering hands. Is it lonely in there? The spaces between beats? When breath is shallow and uninterrupted. You keep it that way locked…

Broken

your unspoken promise shatters at my feet. shards of shimmering opportunity pierce my ankles. my bloody footsteps leave a trail down stairs & hallways. I won’t be back.

I attribute [5]

I attribute this nonsense to the cat walking across the keys She made a salad of letters as good as anything else I wrote on purpose I saw Hemingway’s house from a distance; We craned our necks to see the doorway to the foyer where…