RDP Friday Prompt: Mob
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 “
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
” MAGA MAGA MAGA “
Mobs are the Psychopomps
sharing one face, one voice, one brain
looking for souls- any soul to take with them
into the abyss.