The lights haven’t been on for weeks. A hot meal and central heating were privileges we couldn’t afford. We considered our small TV, sitting on top of a box labeled “shoes” in our empty living room, an exotic item.
It stared blank faced at the two of us.
His body protected me from the cold. Rough carpet rubbed against my exposed skin. We were a tangled mess of heat and pleasure under a single, tattered blanket.
Outside the wind screamed and rain pelted the roof as if upset we could find joy—delicious joy—in a time meant to break us. A time we’re supposed to want more.
… is enough.
Picture: Kissing silhouetted couple by Hoang Loc via Pexels
She’s a voiceless,
on everyone’s board
Picture: Dark Pawn via Pixabay
Her headphones spilled music into her.
She closed her eyes and watched her thoughts shoot across the blackness of her mind, but the music stood in their path like a slab of concrete. They shattered against it, exploding into shiny bits and fading as if never there.
Picture: Shattered Glass by 412designs via Pixabay
Adrift on Life’s stream
Rapids tossing the canoe
Oars drifting away
Picture: Oar by Robert-Owen-Whal via Pixabay
Written for: National Poetry Writing Month, Day 4
Hold me tight
Hold me between
Dreaming and awake
Fog and clarity
Hold me tight
Like a love
Lost yet found
Unwilling to lose again
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Written for: National Poetry Writing Month, Day 3
Tender midnight spray
Tapping concrete and metal
Tires drag in the distance
Picture: Drops by Andy Grizzle via Unsplash
Window eye level
City lights blurring
Greens into yellows
Yellows into Whites
Hypnotic, lulling me
Somewhere into myself
A late post today. Spent most of the day in the city and this is what I wrote on my commute home.
A little thunder
Shaking the concrete jungle
Is Mother Nature
Jabbing her elbow in my
Ribs, reminding me what’s real
“We’re in paradise,” they said. “Unhappiness doesn’t exist here.”
As they smiled and ruffled my hair,
I felt darkness overtake
The last bastions of light
In my soul.
“Yes,” I said. “We’re in paradise.”
Picture by: Gerald Friedrich
There was the flap of wings and then a thud on the bench beside him. “It’s been a while,” a voice said.
Viz shrugged. “Only a few centuries, brother.”
“Because you do your job poorly,” his brother snapped. “Speaking of which, where is your ward?”
He gestured towards the woman he’d been staring at. She was sitting at a ragged park table, crying. “There.”
His brother scoffed. “At least it’s alive this time. Do you know how annoying it was to wait—what was it again—a few centuries for it to reincarnate?”
A man approach his ward. She wiped her face and stood, mumbling an apology. The man embraced her. “It’s all right,” Viz heard him say. His ward went rigid. Then, sobbed on the man’s shoulder.
His brother groaned. “Well, that’s finally done.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
Written for: Priceless Joy’s FFfAW Challenge – 199th, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Picture by: Jodi McKinney