Count On It

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When I was learning to play board games and card games I always lost.

I.

Always.

LOST.

No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much effort I put into it

I.

Always.

LOST.

The crazy thing is, I kept getting board game and decks of cards for birthday presents and Christmas presents  and it was a joke because when my family set the game up anyone could predicate that

I.

Was.

Going.

To.

LOSE.

 

This little note about me  was as predictable and it was a solid stone cold fact that when we went out for a meal my baby sister would always spill her drink.

Every.

Single.

Time.

 

The Sun will rise, the Moon will set, the planets will twirl.

And

I will always lose at games.

 

After years of never wining a

Single.

Solitary.

Game.

I refused to play games anymore.

Because

I

Was.

Always.

Going.

To Lose.

 

I

Think

I have learned a

lesson- whether it was a good lesson or a bad lesson isn’t the point because in the end

the epitaph on any tombstone will say that

 

She.

Never.

Played Games.

 

This is not  such a bad way to be  remembered.

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Daily Addictions Prompt: PREDICT

 

What Did He See?

 

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I am sure there was nothing out there

watching me and my dog.

I am sure it was nothing

that made him snarl

like a nasty ill tempered cur.

Maybe it was only  the wind

that made the bushes near the fence stir

maybe it only a bird or  mouse

that cried out and stopped suddenly  silenced perhaps by the chilly nighttime air.

I am sure there was nothing out there

that isn’t there during the day.

But I still don’t know what it was

Hamish saw

that turned his eyes dark and fiery red.

 

RDP Prompt: Pet

 

My Endearing Bones

A lover’s quarrel is happening under my skin

my bones are fighting with each other again.

They grind and grate they get on each other’s nerves

they yell obscenities  at my muscles when they ask, ” Hey dudes seriously,  what’s up?”

 

“You aren’t working  with us, you aren’t working for her

all you do is snap, crackle and pop like a bowl of kid’s cereal.”

 

My bones won’t justify that with a reply

they’re caught in their own world

they don’t care what anyone says.

 

They’ll stay together forever

they don’t really know why

even though

it’s a grind, it ‘s a pain

being locked together

like this

under my skin.

 

 

RDP Tuesday: crepitus

Try It. I Dare You.

I belong here

and you belong over there

I am in my place

I am righteous

and

you are lost.

That’s what everyone says

with hammer in hand, nails firmly clenched in their teeth.

Get the point?

Now go off and rot.

I’ve heard it all before.

Stay in the lines

stay in your box

magic marker your label on your forehead

inside of your eyelids

or else.

I say.

Tell me what else

because

“Nos libenter epulor super illos qui volo ut opprimendum nos,”

Daily Addictions Prompt: Border

Here Are My Tygres

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Darkness

despair

ruins of buildings, lives and the faces of people I knew

or thought I knew

visit me when I sleep.

 

These phantoms  drive the nightmares

that visit me, that haunt me, that call  the endless twilight in my head home

Dead images, abandoned words, forgotten promises and curses  brought to life again now live in the daylight

in each word I carve on stone, in paper on bone.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Motor

Jovana

 

Her dreams of Olympus

of dwelling among the Gods and Goddesses

ended on a road

where she watches the world race by

from her window

and the indifferent world sounds like a pride of  lions hungrily, passionately

taking down it’s prey.

 

She keeps her dreams of Olympus

alive

inked in a books with a shaky hand

that

she leaves beside

her

many half drunk  glasses of  wine and pictures  of a life

greedily, licentiously,  devoured

by

a once corpulent

now starving

Jovana.

 

RDP Thursday – CORPULENT

 

 

The Touch of Winter

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The first time he ever held her hand

it was at night

and it was freezing outside

a blizzard was on its way, the weather reports said.

 

The first time he kissed her

it was just after noon

it was snowing that day

the sky was blue and gray.

 

On the night he asked her to marry him

the roads and trees were covered in verglas and frost

from storm that fell upon them as silent as snow

stay inside the weather reports said.

 

On the night he left her

it was warm, it was raining

and the sky was full of mosquitos and stars

but

within the walls of her heart

in the marrow of her bones

was ice.

 

 

Inspired by Creativity Portal Winter Writing Prompt: The Touch of Winter