Rainbows and Dust

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The prompt: write about Rainbows.

Rainbows are magical lights in the sky that fade away before you know it.

Dust is forever.

Dust has body, it has a story ,it has history.

Dust comforts and blankets ruin and decay, landing on it gently so as not to disturb it and not waking it from it’s forever dream filled sleep.

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Rainbows are pretty and after giving you a few minutes of pleasure they take their prettiness away and leave you standing there in a wet field or sidewalk in front of a  doorway  where someone peed or did drugs a minute or two before you got there and you turn from the ugliness to the sky and  cry: ” Look at that Rainbow! How magical, how beautiful, my soul has been touched.”

 

Dust is always with us, it follows us, it waits to claim us-you can touch  it, if you want to.

I prefer the company of dust to the company of something that you adore for showing up some of the time to say, ” Look at me, look at me, aren’t I pretty?”

 

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Later Days

Imagination Prompt Generator: Do you believe in an afterlife?

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After you have lived, you end up in a cemetery or in a basement or in a car at the bottom  of a river. Some people end up baked into pies or stews.

Some people end up in medical displays, or in museums where thousands of people visit  them and learn their names and hear their stories.

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Do I believe in an Afterlife?

I most certainly do.

 

Haunting Memories

 

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How many houses will you haunt tonight

how many dreams will you disturb

how many screams muffled by lavender perfumed sheets

will follow you

like a loyal dog

down dark and snow filled streets?

 

I hope you pass me by dark spirit

I hope you will let me be

I have some haunting

to do on my own

while the scent of  cookies and roasted  meats

fill the air.

 

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