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You can thank Ramin Djawadi and the Westworld Season 2 soundtrack for this (he also composes the music for Game of Thrones if you’re interested). 

I haven’t done any stream of consciousness attempts in a while …

Sometimes my tongue gets heavy before spilling over, filling my mouth with boiling sand. I try to ask you, push forth these things which have my heart bursting its seams but all I have are irritations, enveloping themselves in the bed of my skin. Though I claw and scream, leak precious blue blood over everything … Though I tear holes and try to dig away the itch there is no relief from the boiling grains buried within the thick.

Posted in Word Prompt

Songs of the Lonely

“The lunatic is on the grass …”

Picture and a poem, what a treat neither have anything to do with actual treats though.

Picture day 2 of 365 is here.

Songs of the lonely
Coming through.
Tears on parade
With mascara running down their face.
Hands shoved into pockets,
Coats turned up to the wind,
As the band marches by
With armies of aching hearts
At their side.
Well look at us now,
What have we done?
Spinning, spinning,
The band marches on.
Brass and bracket,
Drum corp beats,
Perfect harmonies
For songs of the lonely,
Passing each other in the street.

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Bully in the China Shop

WordPress Daily Prompt – Visceral

There’s a bully in my china shop,
Swinging a bat made of words,
Breaking down my tender builds.

From the moment I began,
To the moment I finally run,
Leaving my shop in ruin

The bully in my china shop,
Pretends to be a friend,
He’ll help me build only to tear me down

Slinging the bat mercilessly,
While reminding that this is all my fault,
He turns my walls to dust at my feet.

I can’t go home tonight,
There’s a bully in my china shop,
Just waiting for me to whisper in the wrong tone

He’ll have the bat at the ready,
Destroying any new found treasure,
All to remind me that without him …

I am nothing.