Writing Prompt

I smiled as I watched the stars glisten in the night sky, the moon glowing it’s beautiful silver hue. I always feel the most peace during nights like this. A clear night sky, with a gentle Autumn breeze sweeping across the grass.

Each star more dazzling than the last. I want to be up there, shining like them. Beautiful and radiant; comforting.

I don’t think there’s anything more comforting t...

In my room, what you'll find

Is a pretty painted space

Lined with all my favorite coats

Like one that’s furry, big n brown

Covering

A box of all my favorite memories in a worndown shoebox

Holding

All my deepest darkest secrets

Like a letter from my younger self,

Saying

One day we won’t be scared of telling your parents too

-* m.p....

_Her fingers branch_

_Every which way,_

_Like the tree_

_She perches_

_So enchantingly in._

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_Her body lies_

_Like lightning;_

_As twisted as_

_The silk ribbons_

_Weaved into_

_Her onyx hair._

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**The headline that morning in Oakridge reads:**

**“Woman Brutally Murdered and Woven Into Tree”**...

No longer cutting, I have to feel the small burn and sweaty palm, knowing what I did was wrong.

The whiskey I used to consume is no longer there; the burn of the alcohol masked the emptiness

No longer questioning who I am or who I’m not

I look to 988, knowing they have to let me speak my truth without needing to be ready for someone to feel defensive, as if they need to justify anything

Witnessing...

A million little shards, each reflecting and shimmering in the afternoon sun. Like a thousand little diamonds, he reached a trembling hand to touch one. It was so quiet, peaceful, not a cloud in the sky and yet. A breeze ruffled his hair, the flowers on the hill, the trees. He held the broken piece of glass admiring the beauty of the light radiating from it for moment. A car drove by shattering th...

Life

What is this strange concept

Is it as simple as our hearts beating in our chests

Is it laying down at night to rest

But flowers do not rest

Neither do the leaves on the trees

So what is it then?

What connects the things that have life?

What connects us and them?

The answer

Is actually quite simple

It’s simple, yet so sad

To know that in order to be alive

You must also be able t...

Tenderly,

Shoulders curved, neck arched

Over the glistening surface of a toilet bowl

Like a lily of the valley,

Your silent blossom,

Silent wilting.

Where are the others?

You suppose it's not the season;

Something must be wrong with you.

Nectar spills from your irises.

He takes his pick,

Tells you how sweet you are.

It soaks in;

For a moment he softens.

He is in love

With your body.

The bruises...

Loving you is like a breath of fresh air

On an early spring morning.

Loving you is like a warm cup of coffee

On a cold winter day.

Loving you is the most important thing

I have ever done.

Each morning, I watch the crows caw

In the dreary landscape of the dead corn fields.

They peck at the ground in blind motion,

Like the way I used to walk through my life.

I would walk slowly down the path

No...

Callisto could feel Al’s breath on her forehead. She looked up at them. “you know what the right thing to do is now?”

“I’m- aware of the humanoid practice that would fit here…” He offered a half smile “but it doesn’t seem appropriate, given our situation.”

“And why not?”

Al moved a little further away. “It’s often considered inappropriate.” They broke eye contact.

“Well if we feel similarly about ...

So glorious,

And beautiful,

Was the moment,

It was like lightning.

You know,

Like magic,

But unlike lightening,

It struck twice.

Staggering,

Was the blame,

That you put on me,

You sleeping with someone else.

…

🖤...