Human gravy
What a weird delight
A congealed dressing
Of our thoughts
I wanted to use the daily words. No apologies.
RDP: Human
FOWC: Gravy
Category: Word Prompt
Refuse
Insane
Where were you
When I couldn’t stand
With your impetuous knocking
On the windows of my mind
A killer
In the shadows
Driving me
It was an impetuous knock on the old wooden door.
It was Margot’s corked shoes tapping.
Tap. Tap. Tap-tap-tap.
It was the shrill cries of children that weren’t mine.
It was the old tile with its yellow triangles inside blue circles
And the slow boiling blood stripping it clean.
Two quick stream of consciousness type things for the RDP prompt of the day.
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The Birds
“It’s …”
“The ubiquitous silence maybe?”
“Is that why we’re whispering?”
“I guess …”
Trees stretched to the sky, blocking out all but scattered patches of fading sunlight. An absolute stillness settled over the forest cloaking it in a deep harrowing silence. Dina swallowed her breath, scared to draw the forests stoic attention towards the duo. Riza’s skin prickled against the percieved threat of quiet.
“Where are the birds?”
FOWC: Ubiquitous
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Ding!
“Here’s our stop,” Aria said.
After dropping Millie off at grandma’s house, Aria hopped back on the bus and waited for it to bring her to work. She gazed out the window and sighed. The city was winding down while she was just beginning her 12-hour shift. The bags under her eyes carried enough stories to tell to the stars. Sleep was just an elusive dream at…
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Unsaid
There’s a man hoarding his words
Cherishing each breath
Snatching it from the air
Dirty fingers shoving between thin lips
As he swallows without tasting
The sour avarice of words unsaid
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Six Words to Rescue You
We all want somebody to save.
RDP: Rescue
The way the sun shifts slowly
By: Haley Schirber
The way the sun shifts slowly.
Alters the light.
These moments big and small
will make you feel the might.
Though just as shade grows gently,
swallowing the light
these hatreds that you harbor
must now be brought to sight.
The sea of fear keeps rising
and with it comes our plight
there is something that you need to hear
but with it comes a fight.
