You usually win at Hide & Seek — know the best hiding places and how to not giggle. I look everywhere, but you're nowhere. Hours, Days, Weeks and then I finally find you: grinning all smarty-pants from a milk carton. (nyah-nyah) You're IT!
Tag: Poetry
Perpetual Slow-Mo
Today's word at Word of the Day Challenge is "wish." Wishes, no matter how heartfelt how life-or-death-impossible can sometimes surprise you and come true and life is suddenly perfect. Other wishes don't stand a chance in Hell of turning out and when they don't your heart shatters like great grandmother's Christmas ornaments— in sudden, perpetual [...]
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Self-preservation
A heart can only break so many times before it numbs itself to pain, joy, love, sorrow. then all it can do is beat — until it doesn't.
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Vadima
Blood moon creeps across the starless sky, hovering over the bayou like a chandelier. The air is thick and still, yet Spanish moss sways as if there were a breeze. Gypsy woman sits by her fire mesmerized — deep in trance until a jagged smile rips her face like barbed wire.
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The London Pickpocket
I wasn't even trying, wasn’t even thinking about it. So far out of the wild blue I almost didn’t recognize It. Serendipitous, yet quick and sly — like a London pickpocket. That sweet kind of suddenness is the best part of falling in love again.
