These shackles may be but illusionsbut the conditioning lingers –I’m not enoughlack the lookthe chicfall short of acceptableAdd age and I amforever sentencedto monachopsis –an outsider,circling. (Image mine)
Immersed in traumaI excel – bleed compassion Can cut to the chaseemploy know-how Remain cheerfulwhilst inhaling paranoia Determined to connectsquare the issues But offer me kindnesstouch with intent and I will withdrawgingerly inept unaccustomed as I amto Love’s cosmos. (Submitted for Eugi Causerie’s weekly prompt: cosmos. Image my own.)
Bound to this saudade –the agony of knowingI let you go, rejecteda love so pure –the road has been longpitted with heartacheyou, my greatest regret. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own.)
I believe that alligators are fast on the ground – unlike our crocs here, but who would indeed hang around? 🙂
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I suppose there’s always that one idiot….
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Well funny you should say that, there was that news story years ago of an American golfer you did get attacked 🙂
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Actually, there was a Canadian and my husband knew him – he survived, but not sure the gator did, lol.
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Lol indeed, but a fortunate escape.
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Indeed!
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Molest the alligators? 😂😂🤣. And I guess alligators hate smokers who loiter! 😂😂🤣Classic submission.
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I didn’t hang around to find out, lol.
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Smart move 😉
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