NaPoWriMo Day 15: After Blast Confusion
After Blast ConfusionDark Element Fusion Going Hopelessly InsaneJoin Knifepoint Lane Meeting New ObfuscationPacing Quick Radicalization Slow TravestyUnheeded Vanity Wicked XylophoneYearning Zone
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NaPoWriMo Day 14: It’s Possible
it’s possibleto feel a soulleaving a body you feel coldmuscles tense upteeth chattereyes wide and then it’s gone
NaPoWriMo Day 12: 12:06 pm
a lawnmower dronescarpenter bees bounceagainst the screenthe beagle is snoringagainall buzzing formy attention
The Watch
the sun’s heatis unrelentingup and downthe boat bobswaiting for hair, scales, and finsto break the surface
NaPoWriMo Day 5: At Night
the moon ishighthe night flowersbloomthe wild womendance
NaPoWriMo Day 4: The Great Expanse
mist hangs heavy in the bright lightsa mythical silhouette cutsthrough the film coating the still airI tremble, with both fear and anincreasing anticipationof what will emerge in this vastexpanse of blinding emptinessdragging the night behind it
NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Beat Grows Loud
the beat grows loudthe moon pulsesthe crowd pushes close a melody trillsshoulders shakethe beat grows loud stars vibratehips swaythe moon pulses voices rise upfeet stompthe crowd pushes close
I Found Your Poems
I found your poems todayscrawled on jagged pagesI threw them all away forgotten in an empty journalcreased and yellowedI found your poems today full of warped words, I’m yourangle, making you troubles meaning lessscrawled on jagged pages I could have burned them ceremonially, orshredded them to bits. I decided theyshould just rot, so I threw them all away
Sharp Edges
I once hada round silhouetteno cornersor rough spotsmen have ground me down, intorazor sharp edges ******* Written for a Dverse prompt from early in the week. I wasn’t sure which direction to go in until I spent time taking virtual bias training provided by my employer. The moderator mentioned that our company plans to be better about protecting employees from badly behaved clients, and a wave of memories of my own bad experiences washed over me.
On the Road Again
mist risingfrom the streettingles like a ghostpassing through me, memoriesof going down this roadonce before
