When It Doesn’t Add Up

For: November Writing Prompts #1- Sweet Chaos

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Life.

 

I’ve inched through life

crawled through countless days

watched the time fly, watched it stop, heard  it roar like a beat up truck with a

broken  muffler and then  die

unceremoniously

at the end of the drive  with a plastic lawn jockey , missing an eye

and beaming a gritty mossy smile.

 

Life.

 

I’ve watched people walk, got out of their way as they ran for the door

without as much as a cherry  goodbye or a heartfelt go to Hell.

 

Life.

 

Sometimes I went along for the ride, sometimes I was pulled out by the tide and tossed

around like a leaf by the wind, by the rain

looking for that drain in the road to

send me home.

 

Life.

 

My life has been

like a wad of gum stuck

on the bottom of a dog’s paw, a cat’s claw

picking up gunk and fuzz

everyone knows it’s there but nobody wants to touch it.

 

Life.

 

My. Life.

 

Monsters

Word of The Day Challenge: Triumph

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Monsters should have sharp teeth and fangs

razors for claws, horns on their heads

yellow eyes, mummified skin.

Monsters should disappear at dawn

into graves, closets, caves where darkness lives.

 

Monsters do not  drive pickup trucks

wave around guns, wrap themselves in flags

Now is the time to

let monsters be  monsters again

from this midnight on.

the conversation

I asked him if he was lost

he said he was

lost

I asked him if he was hungry

he said he was

starving

I asked him if he wanted help

he said

please

He asked me my name

and I said

my name is

Alone.

Flashback Friday: Thinking Out Loud

First Published

October 23, 2019

RE- Posted For : Fandango’s Flashback Friday

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Is that my face

in the mirror

are those my eyes looking at me

with cool, cruel indifference?

 

I reach out my hand, draw it back, extend  a finger

tap, tap, tap

Is anybody home?

Are those my teeth,

is that my hair

when did those lines around my mouth appear?

 

That can’t be me

wearing that listless, expressionless face

has it ever dreamed, schemed or plotted

an escape, a murder or revenge?

 

Tap tap tap

against the mirror

clouding it with the cold that escapes from my lungs

and clings to it like poison gas

on a battlefield

from Once Upon A Time.

 

That can’t be my face.

It’s just so

Human.

 

DAILY ADDICTIONS: LOUD