Photo prompt 1
Just before they faltered,
they turned away the night –
vindicated in their faith
by the coming of the light.
(photo prompt courtesy of the lovely weakmeatstrongeat)
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When I should have fought
That day,
you remember?
When I just stepped aside
and let you walk away from me?
That day.
Rushing out/rushing in
The force of the blow
that knocked me to my knees and
took my breath away.
Never in my life
Her life was defined
by boundaries of blood,
borders as blinding crimson
as the scars she carried.
Menses…
Virginity lost…
The night he beat her for saying “No.”…
The self-inflicted wounds after they took her daughter from her.
The ocean of blood
she has waded through
has long since taught her
to “Never say ‘never’.”
Transit
The pitter, patter of their feet
pounding daily on the street
and the weight of all the soles
stumbling through their grim patrols
cut a pattern of deep scars
which still bled, even in their cars.
Flame
She danced weightlessly
on the precipice’s edge
in the summer breeze.
Glass
She thought she was the bee’s knees
the teen-queen of the land
but crack open her hourglass
and there was only sand.
Impossibly
I swam into the sky,
charmed the moon, the stars,
and you
all before lunch.
Chimney Smoke
“The Mayor’s Pipe” they called it,
a towering construct which loomed high
over the rustic village
cradled in the valley.
And from time to time
The Pipe would start to smoke
and puff out wisps of incensed smoke
for hours upon end.
The village men would celebrate this
as a sign of luck and fortune.
The village women merely smiled
and kept their secrets to themselves.
How far does it go?
I paid it forward
and then, so did you, until
one act of kindness
reached across the whole wide world
and it united millions.
A (wise) man of two faces 