Writing Prompt

Revenge.

When all I have left

Is the memory of your grin

As I lost everything

All I can think of is

Revenge.

So as I walk to the steps

Of your steel castle

I ignore the cries of the blooming flowers

Or the warnings of the wind.

I ignore the moon watching over me

And the threats of the door.

Because all I can think of

Is how good revenge will feel.

I open your bedroom door

And there you sleep...

She throws herself at the shore,

Body clinging to the gritty, sandy shoulders.

Her wet fingers dig into the flesh of the earth,

Blue skin spread thin so as to wrap herself around each and every

Sharpened glass crystal that fills the beach.

She yearns to pour herself heavily into the arms of the bluff,

To let herself seep into the edges of the eroded earth,

And lift her body from the cavernous sal...

Indifferent bird,

Unmoving from its soft nest,

Feathers flying free....

What is it your asking

It’s something I do not know

You keep on asking things of me

And I just say huh

Okay I’ll do it

But here’s the thing

What is it you’re asking me

NO SERIOUSLY WHAT WAS I SOPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT ...

Crying,

That’s all I can do,

As the rain starts to fall.

Everything I ever knew is gone.

I start to scream,

As I stand up,

Blaming the one person responsible,

As the weather begins to thunder.

I run,

Run towards the person I blamed,

The rain starts to pour.

The person starts to run,

Until I catch up,

And stab them,

Over and over again,

Until they fall over.

The rain stops and the sun peeks out...

A prophetic sunset indicates a sailor’s delight.

Rest assured, on a landlocked summer night.

Ice cubes play percussion against the glass.

Setting the stage for an evening desired to last.

The wise porch, built on beams of memories.

Drinks are filled with empathetic remedies.

The crooked smile of a crescent moon,

welcomes the evening into the night.

Bonfire flames stretch to the atmos...

I feel so pathetic remembering those days.

How easily I was convinced; manipulated

How good things seemed; felt

When you wear rose-tinted glasses

All the red flags just look like flags

But then, how often do I see flags?

I should have still taken note

Regardless of hue

I acted miserably, seduced by a promise

A promise I always knew would be broken

But hungrily, I played along.

Until the day I br...

The day smiled

It smiled on all creation

In the midst of these sullen days

We had found cause

To be happy

It was a leap into the light

But everyday before we punctured that tarp of gloom

One pop at a time

Pop, pop, pop and punch

We pounced into the other side

Filled with relief and expectation

The light

Not blinding but shy

Like the blush of dawn

Or the tint of gloaming

It felt soft ...

I visited my mother’s grave

When I was leaving a yellow butterfly flew

Just outside my passenger window

I knew she was my mother’s spirit

Visiting me

She stayed next to me

In comfort

For what seemed like a long time

Or did time stand still for her

...

Chairs and tables,

Once forced in place, now dance gracefully,

a silent tango with the wind and the sun,

unsullied by the weight of the day, unshackled from the fate of their many bacterial rendezvous -

Chairs and tables,

No longer debted to the ungrateful human,

Sway in the moonlight, consuming new strength in their wooden legs,

a levity only seen before in the untouched bowels of a furniture...