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Like the truth
bones endure
and have a knack
for finding their way
out of the dark
at the most inconvenient time.
Daily Prompt: Disappear
Skeleton Of The Truth
Poetry
The Endless Lover’s Dream
It only took 24 years
but eventually he got around to killing her
and leaving her
in someone else’s nightmare.
It was a justifiable homicide he defended himself
from someone else’s nightmare.
Now he was free
to screw and laugh and drink and smoke
until the night
from his endless lover’s dream
he heard a knock
on a door
from someone else’s nightmare.
Daily Prompt: Abrupt
A Writer’s Rivulet
One word tied to another word tied to a sound an image for no reason, just because.
One breath after another breath when will yours end?
One idea bound to a thought, chained to a sound, creating an image becoming a story
where will it take me, what will it show you?
A knock upon your door.
Will you answer it, do you dare?
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Daily Prompt: Rivulet
The Doctor’s House
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Down the street from where I live
with my two black cats and a dog named Sin
is an empty house where a Doctor lived.
I think the monsters got him.
I think they took him away.
Screaming and bleeding and dreaming.
After dark on that Friday.
I think sometimes he gets loose
I think sometimes he come back
Because sometimes late at night I hear him howl,
” Where are you hiding? Step right up. Don’t be afraid. The Doctor is in.”
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