Crimson

 

I wish I could tell you what to expect everyday when you come here, or “what kind of blog” this is.

But I never claimed to be reliable… or stable.

This post was born of a writing prompt over at Studio Thirty Plus.

I thought perhaps I would delight you with a childhood tale, or imagine up a piece of fiction for you.

Turns out no.

The prompt was “red”.

This is what came out of my head.

I swear sometimes it’s like I don’t even know me.

*****

Trickle

Trickle

Trickle

Color me life

Color me death

Scarred over

Newly opened

Raw

Meaty

Gaping

The stain

Distain

Your band-aid is too small.

 

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Leaving…

yearning…

the door

the front door

the knob taunts me from afar

the toddler wrestles me

earth shattering cries…

cries, cries, cries of socks

where’s the letter Z?

the letter Z will help

goodnight, goodnight, a thousand times goodnight moon

shoe on the foot

shoe in the mouth

Q in the shoe

hand in the toilet

the quest

the never ending quest

to leave on time

i pant

i gasp

i plead

i laugh

clock ticks

fingers poke

puke falls…

and the number 7 is in the way