RDP Wednesday – FEAR
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Fear is an unlocked door, it’s hinges rusted fast with age.
Fear is a blind window, a cold kitchen, a dusty hallway
a carpet worn to dust, furniture green with mold
Fear is living forever in the world outside
because no one knows
you have died.
Me and my dog, Hamish Macbeth, are going to Mars.
It might not be exactly the way I intended to reach the Red Planet, but what the hey.
Later days Earthlings!
RDP Tuesday: intent.
RDP Monday: FUSTY
Used kisses
over used promises
the same old tales of passion
repeated mindlessly in a haze of cigarette smoke.
Over played love songs
from the 60’s
they use them to sell cars and yogurt now.
Fusty valentine sentiments
printed on faded paper and rotting under the refrigerator
the cemetery of lost memories.
From my story:
You know, despite my initial misgivings about exploring a history I didn’t feel any particular connection too AND the fact I dribbled during my spit test and my dog caught it mid air and ate and I made one of my relatives her own half sister, this family tree spit test is turning out to be a lot of fun!