He sits across from his therapist as she checks off #boxes in her mind. She scribbles notes down from his answers and he bites his lip from asking. He’s new to this. His leg bounces, up and down, anxious for answers. Anxious to be told it’s not in his head.
The wind kisses the leaves with a playful breeze and dances with fading flowers. Insects buzz in swirls around his ears. Rough bark reaches for skin through thick sweaters but he welcomes its affirming touch. He #listens to nature, sat upon its packed dirt.
She talked to herself through every task. Rambled and raved. No audience required for the #insane mutterings she came across. She told stories in whispers and shouts. She told stories of the sad and mad. It kept her amused. They called her crazy, but she knew where her marbles were.
She held the leash loosely in her right hand as her dog marched forward, nose to the ground. Their feet and paws crunched on the #crisp leaves felled by Autumn’s breeze. Her eyes were vigilant for any threats to her dog and thankfully her dog listened when needed.
The #epoch of her life had been the four years in university. She sat in the back, hiding her mind from classmates and professors. She toyed around on her laptop, unable to focus. Anxiety thrummed in her heartbeat, coaxing her into depressive and manic episodes.
She stands out like a sore thumb covered in scars, tattoos, and piercings. Surrounded by girls in booty shorts and crop tops, she flashes her middle finger at the cookie cutters. She’s #contrarian and bucks the social norm. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
She was without an #anchor in the storm. The ropes that tied her to the docks had long since frayed, rubbed repeatedly between boat and wood. She nose dived under a large wave, its waters threatening to fill her. Alone in the harbour, she wondered how long she’d last.
I missed the weekend prompts for my posts this week so there a bit short. Hope you don’t mind!
#Fire licked across the stacked logs, surrounded by placed brick. It grew until it crackled and sparked and its flames reached for the starry night sky. She sat with her husband on folding lawn chairs. No words passed between them as the heat warmed them.
She wrapped the #sinew around the willow twigs that formed a circle. It required a soft touch and yet force was needed too. She continued until the web was formed, decorated with beads the colour of rainbows. As she kissed her son’s head that night, she hung the dream catcher
Night #consumes the day and she readies herself. Dressed in black, she lifts herself onto the window sill. Its tracks bite into her palms and she drops when it’s time. The two-storey fall is quick and she lands with a thud, rolling for cover. She draws in a deep breath.
Stars twinkle in distant #universes, lighting skies above alien life. Through telescopes, gazes meet but remain unaware. Life continues its circling dance. She dreams of unknown planets and longs to walk on foreign soil. Her imagination is a playground of planets.
His bare feet were numb on the cold, wet road. The ragged clothes on his body were no shelter from the howling wind. There was no frown on this boy’s face. He wore a stubborn scowl like a shield and pressed forward. It was #inevitable in his mind that he’d find shelter.
Sugar was her addiction
Add in caffeine
and high fats
She’d binge for days
She laughs as she jokes
her stomach’s made of iron
but sugar’s touch was felt
She wished to dine
Reap the benefits of health
But she couldn’t sustain it
Sugar called again
with a sip, a taste
and she answered
Its hand creep and crawl
like warped vines.
Its touch tarnishes and taints
like nails on a chalkboard.
Vile like stomach bile,
Its hold on another one
of those I love.
Is there anything
it won’t take?
Cancer’s game is destruction.
Barbed wire around organs
constricted and stabbed
Lungs riddled with it.
Every breath a growing burn.
I yearn to ease his pain
and pray peace
finds him in sleep.
Clouds crawl like vines across the darkening
sky absorbing hues of a setting sun
retreating past a foreign horizon.
A lone woman stands beneath its growing
mass with head tilted back to see its forms.
The wind dances around her legs and soars
towards the majesty of the Lady
in the Moon. She envisions a brighter
world just beyond her senses and soft touch.
Ignoring temptation, she wanders home.
She wandered the majestic land
Captured by roaming hillsides
& downtrodden structures
The wood splintered, brittle
Under soft touch
Sun hid behind mountains
& the Moon danced higher in the sky
Under pale light & Star’s gaze
She lay on the grassy knoll
And told stories to herself.
I’ll fly higher than your chains can reach
Break their steal claws, biting me
Your torturous touch shall fade with time
As will ‘precious’ memories.
This toxic love will lose its power
Its venom removed from my heart
My feathered wings will soar ever higher
Whilst you sink into the muddied ground.