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Of Dreams

The sight of him sends heat pulsing through my veins. My skin grows warm. Sheer will pushes me forward. What’s worse, my throat dries and heart hammers, I can feel his energy fixating on me. There’s a thousand women in this room; a thousand men too. He’s misdirected. He’s confused. Why would anyone pursue? 

Doesn’t he see? People like me … We exist in the shadow. There for your amusement, or bemusement, but never serious inquiry. We slip in the cracks, stay behind a crowd’s back. His aim’s amiss. That must be it. 

He must know I’m just a play thing, just the monster free of chains.

Ragtag Daily Prompt – Dream

I haven’t done this prompt in a while but I’m trying to get back to writing regularly and want to incorporate it.

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Letters from inside my head

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