Photo by David Bartus
We can be moved by
fear
or by trains and dreams and time
We can be moved by
music
and a kiss or a promise or pain
We can be captured by
nothingness
and disappear into it
as if
we never were.
Move me
I say to that song, that story, those splashes of colors
on canvas, on a wall, on skin
every chance I get.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Transport
She should have been a ballerina
a Girl Scout
a collector of dolls.
She should have had a sweet laugh
her hair should have been in pigtails
her knee socks should have matched.
When did the darkness settle
in her eyes, fill her heart
when did it murder
her laugh?
When was the monster born
and when exactly
did that little girl die?
Daily Addictions Prompt: ATROCITY
I dreamt you died last night
and
I woke up beaming into the darkness.
If you ever cared for me, loved me, desired me
I hope you will die
when I close my eyes
every night
just
for me
just to make me smile.
Inspired By The Daily Addictions Prompt: Enigma
It doesn’t matter how hard I have tried
how many hours I spend
refining my talents, working on my projects, living the dream.
Missed buses, missed connections, I have never flown above it all
Until I put words on a page.
My stories are marks I have left on the world
they are bruises that will never heal
screams that will never end
cries that begin at dusk and creep like fog along the ground
and
I am very good with that one small thing I can do.
I am
Practiced.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Practice