PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr
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You and me. Us.
Are there any stronger words? Two against all! You and me forever!
We huddled in that slight crevice, time and time again. You despised going home, especially on Fridays when your Dad’s paycheck bought liters of cheap gin and an ugly anger that marked bruises on your pretty face.
And me, my home was a sarcophagus, cold, where my parents stole to their own caves, not acknowledging me or each other.
You and me, us, holding hands, reprieve.
Us lasted a long time.
Until time threaded its skeletal fingers around your wrist stealing you away.
You complain of summer
how the days are so hot
you cling to the shade
where mosquitoes en masse
discover the mouthwatering
morsels of your blood
I smile but can’t murmur
winter’s gray days
bone-penetrating cold winds
crying through the night
numbing my nose, toes
no birds singing
just the wind and
the scrape of metal shovels
jousting with snow
no, I’d rather remain half-clad
in shorts and tee,
sipping iced beverages
in a halo of hot sunshine.
written for dVerse, Seeking Some Shade Today
You say you want off this carousel
where our lives entwined Continue reading
#9 in the third series of Mouse stories. Read the others here.
Mouse in Disguise!
#8 in the third series of Mouse stories. Read the others here.
Mouse Befriends a Dumbwaiter
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As Long as Always Can Be
How inured we’ve become. Continue reading
#7 in the third series of Mouse stories. Read the others here.
Her pen bled ink on virgin paper
the way her veins trickled blood
he whispered “just casual“
oblivious to her mind’s sliding scale
of his water
to her oil
I wanted to be Maria in West Side Story. Forever. From the first moment, I heard the songs playing through my mother’s speaker and then saw Natalie Wood so sweetly beautiful, I sang along and dreamed. I created a niche in which I danced and sang and dreamed of a boy like Tony, but in my drama, he would live and we would love each other until the end of time. Continue reading
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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Some husbands saunter in and buy a dozen red roses. Guilt assuaged. Continue reading