A Discouraging Word

RDP Friday Prompt: Mob

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Baskets of warm cookies sitting on the kitchen table

and happy children playing  at my feet

while golden rays of Sunshine are streaming through all of my  windows

and birds singing under happy clouds floating above happy trees

because that’s what comes to mind when I hear the word

” Mob “


For Real?

No. Really. No.

When I hear the word mob I think of

angry twisted mouths

spewing hateful words, and spittle woven together with the phrase



Mobs are the Psychopomps

sharing one face, one voice, one brain

looking for souls- any soul to take with them

into the abyss.




Find Me Here

Putting My Feet in the Dirt Prompt#1:  Belugas and Dreamlifters

If I could run away

if I could fly away

if I could swim away

from here

Where would I go, where would I land, what shore would I wash up on

tired, half alive or half dead?

Would I end up back

in my yard, in my doorway,  in my basement screaming into a brick wall,  sleeping with my eyes open in my attic?

Is there anywhere to go, anywhere to be

where I wouldn’t find  me?