Posted in stream of consciousness

Passing Through

WordPress Daily Prompt – Ascend

We’re all just passing through.
Dropping our bodies at the door
As we search for more.

Show me your soul,
Stand for me completely bare,
It’s all that matters here.

We’re all just passing through.
Picking flowers on the shore
As we wait for more.

Give me your hand,
Don’t leave my spirit alone,
It’s all we have to go on.

We’re all just passing through.
In a moment we’ll no longer be
So, please, just stand with me.


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Posted in flash fiction

Millie’s Gone

WordPress Daily Prompt – Fraud

Moira packed each picture away carefully. Eventually Levee Harolds family would want some things but boxes of wedding pictures featuring his soon to be missing widow? Those weren’t likely to be the best souvenirs of his life. There would be some story about sweet Moira Harolds spinning out of control in the wake of her husband’s death, perhaps she would disappear to begin another life. Those were details that the former Mrs. Harolds didn’t have to bother with.

No, the only concern Moira had was packing boxes that would be eventually picked up by someone and her new packet of papers.

Moira ran a thumb over a silver and gold frame holding a particularly stereotypical wedding shot of her and her now deceased husband. When she looked at it through the eyes of her new persona, one Vera Milguy, she felt little. There was perhaps a twinge of sadness for the former Mrs. Harolds, after all Vera Milguy wasn’t a complete monster.

Beyond that though there was something else brewing. A feeling that neither Moira nor Vera could quite place. A deep unsettling sadness was threatening to take hold.

“Maybe it’s better to set these to the side for now.” The woman dropped the frame back onto the soft carpeted floor and stretched. The former Mrs. Harolds had been quite sentimental. It made sorting through things a chore. None the less it was something that had to be done in some capacity. She smiled to herself as she thought of the guidebook. People would shit themselves if they knew there was a guidebook. 

Crossing the room she surveyed the few things left on the walls. Two large paintings, a collection of ornate masks and a rather decorative full length mirror. The former Mrs. Harolds had fine tastes, perhaps Vera could learn a thing or two from her. She turned in front of the mirror letting her black skirt swirl around her waist.

For a second she caught sight of herself, giggling like a child as her curls bounced around her shoulders. Without warning that deep unsettling grief leapt from the darkness and took hold of the woman.

She struggled to understand who stared back at her from the mirror. Was it the former Mrs. Harolds? Her new prospect Vera Milguy? Perhaps it was any one of the many others.

No, the blue eyes swimming in tears reached even further back. Her lips twitched and trembled as the sobs threatened to overflow. There was no longer a woman crying in her reflection but a child, the timid and shy Millie.

Without thinking she lifted a finger to her lips and bit it gently, it did little calm her but the pressure satisfied a nervous tick Millie had nursed since she was a toddler. Sweet Millie was filling with sorrow over the passing of Mr. Harolds. She was filled with fear over the path life was taking. The small timid Millie wanted to run home and cry in her mother’s arms.

“No.” It wasn’t the former Mrs. Harolds or Vera who spoke. “No!” Millie, a grown woman now, stared at herself with fists clenched. “Millie’s gone! Do you hear me! She died with her love when her father shot him the head!”

With force that surprised every persona she’d ever taken on, Millie slammed her fist into the delicate glass sending shards flying around her. The cracking and crashing echoed through the hallways followed by the clip of Vera Milguy’s high heels. Blood dripped from her bruised knuckles as she slammed the front door behind her.

“It’s better this way.”

Posted in stream of consciousness

When Time Was Elastic

WordPress Daily Prompt – Elastic

When time was elastic,
Stretched between two points
Like a rubber band straining
To hold a twig from snapping in two,
We jumped here and there.
Moving choices,
Changing voices,
Then the band snapped;
Trapping us in strange places
Where skies are blue,
Unless they’re grey,
And memories of
When time was elastic
Are like rubber bands straining
To hold our minds together
When we’re slowly going crazy.


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Posted in stream of consciousness

Heartache Launched by Your Eyes

WordPress Daily Prompt – Launch

I wrote you a poem, but I know you’ll never read it,

Every word seems breathy and full of some self serving purpose

I really just want to tell you …

But it’s hard when I know it’s been so long.

The cracks have been buried deep yet sometimes still they quake,

Shaking violently only to remind me that they still exist,

Sending the words we said ricocheting around these dusty memories.

I want to believe these brief launches into the past

Are more than just old heart ache taking hold

But I know I’m just selling myself a daydream.

I know I’m reading too much into that look in your eyes.

I know you never think of me.


 

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Posted in stream of consciousness

Stir My Soul

WordPress Daily Prompt – Focused

I’ve been sitting here,
Focusing, focusing,
But the rapping of the clock
Reminds me of the way you knock
When you lean on my door while
Stirring my soul with your chains.
A thick boiling concoction of self loathing
Heaving this way and that with an evil all its own
Threatening to tear holes straight through
Letting all the light bleed out.
You give it a siren song,
A melody so sweet,
I can’t help but feel at peace.


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Write for Yourself by Nitesh

Why Write? by Grabbety

It Comes with the Territory by Kelley

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Posted in stream of consciousness

The Subtlety of Dying

WordPress Daily Prompt – Thorny

What did it feel like?
Dying I mean?
Was it cold?
Or wet?
Kind of like being born again?
Was it light,
Or dark?
Or maybe a bit of both?
Did you know then,
When it happened I mean?
Did you see God?
Heaven and Hell?
Or was it just space and time,
All melding together in one?

The sweet soul gives a wispy smile,
Dying, her voice echoes,
Well, I do remember that well.
Momma told us it would be ok,
It wouldn’t hurt at all.
But it was kinda like falling,
Your stomach flies to your throat
And down to your toes,
Except it’s all at once.
Then you land,
And it’s kinda like landing
In your grandmother’s old roses,
When you fly over the handlebars
For the very first time.
It’s all excitement and adrenaline.
That is until you land,
Then it’s kinda thorny.

Posted in stream of consciousness

Soaked to the Bone

WordPress Daily Prompt – Crescendo

It starts with a low buzzing
A light humming,
Echoing, bouncing, off the bricked walls of my mind.
Quickly it grows, a wildfire
Clanging and banging along the barred windows of my soul.
It can not be freed.
It will not be unleashed.
But the steady clash grows, a cacophonous symphony of chainsaws
Hacking away at the binding to the cement of my heart.
Reaching a crescendo,
There’s only one way to stop it now.
Ripping away at the flesh that holds us,
Stabbing forth the hearts that blind us,
The deeds are done, the buzz has gone,
Soaked to the bone,
In the blood of a crescendo.

Posted in stream of consciousness

Amnesia

WordPress Daily Prompt – Grainy

I remember the days,
Like small grains of sand,
In the folds of skin,
I feel them before I see them.

Like fuzzy photographs
Taken in the dark,
With subjects on the move,
I know we were there but can’t quite make out where.

I can feel your memory,
Like a stray hair,
Dancing across my arm,
Just like I’m sure your fingers used to.

Like a sudden chill,
Sliding over my shoulders
And tumbling down my spine,
The way I’m sure your hands once did.

Posted in stream of consciousness

Where the Dreamers Sleep

WordPress Daily Prompt – Symphony

With help from: Random Line Generator

In the streets of harmony the dreamers sleep,
Slowly the city beats,
Giving rise to a symphony,
Forming a low cacophony.
No slow breath can quiet
Though moments of zen can be found,
In the streets of harmony where the dreamers sleep.


I wasn’t expecting that to work out. I went to a random line generator because I wanted to write but I wasn’t really feeling the daily prompt … turns out they worked together quite well. Random line “In the streets of harmony the dreamers sleep,”