Stream of thought writing, I guess this is going to be a weekly thing now –
Prompt – Inkling
Music – Steve Reich – Works 1965-1995
It starts with a drop, a spot of ink infecting, spreading in the water.
It was all so clear
You loosed the ink composed of your fear.
Now it’s here, spreading, floating, clouding
A situation we thought was through.
Tied up and tossed aside
Like a neatly composed pile of trash.
But here we are
Lost in each others eyes.
At least I am.
I have a feeling
You are too but we can’t, can we?
Inklings aren’t enough
They don’t spread through the veins,
Becoming all we are.
Be still, they say, let it be.
Let it disperse, the way ink should
Eventually the floods will carry it away.
Except I’ve been waiting
And it’s still here
Floating and spreading
Infecting all we’re becoming.
But of course
There was never another way.
The inkling was always there
Just hidden away by fear.
You’re not scared
And I’m no longer afraid …
So what is this inkling that remains?
Time inches by
Sand through the hole we’ll never hold again.
Spread by the wind like the ink in water.
How many seconds has it been?
How long until this dam breaks
And our infested waters overflow
Carrying away everything we know,
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