Digging for gold in an overcrowded mine, the dust of narcissism blinding our passage. Rural roots worship celebrity – well-travelled hype overshadowing common decency – Powerless, we are throngs of insignificance – fraudulence and anti-social rhetoric failing to elicit pause. Our screams, ignored, do not alleviate the suffocation – How do we blast through the […]
I toil in the dreamtime like a night manager in a hotel without walls, catering to clientele – whose needs, so diverse, rattle the rows of beds – settling disputes and encouraging discretion and succeeding only in waking exhausted. I am like a keeper in a hostile hostel – trying to find a key when […]
Cigarette butts no longer linger concrete, but I swear the cloud of smoke lingers, the sweat of adolescent anxiety – the suffocating pressure to comply – Names escape, but I remember smugness and rivalry, and the spine-crawling fear of confrontation, and indisputable in my mind are the scars of being so alone. (Written for Twenty […]
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Thank you so much for this fantastic entry in Manic Monday’s prompt!
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You are so welcome. Look forward to the next prompt.
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Wow! Superb!
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I wondered what I would do with those creepy photos, lol.
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That one is my personal photo taken from the inside of a van while touring Ireland on a stormy evening. You’re welcome to use it in a post
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So eerie.
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I thought so too. I’m glad I kept it instead of deleting as a bad photo. I felt mysterious, brooding….loved it through the rain soaked glass. Although my mind goes to mystery, intrigue, foreboding etc, it can also be seen as shelter in the storm.
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It can, but it was so much more fun focusing on the dark side.
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