Undone

Over run again

Clinging to a shadow that left for higher ground.

I hold a memory while I myself degrade.

Life falls as petals,

afterthoughts, pink and precious,

worth a smile

but forgotten

for winter’s claws.

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Writing Prompt: Love at First Smell

TC180’s random writing prompts.

Love at first smell.

150 word max. Poems, fiction, or non-fiction.

 

If at least 10 people participate, the chosen winner gets a colorful Jpeg award image to put on their social media or blog.  It will likely be cheesy.

Leave your entry in the comments or leave a link to it.

It’s Noon-Thirty

…or something.

Biology class is imminent, though so is the fact that I’ll be a few minutes late.  I’ve attended my classes responsibly, for the most part.  I’m a bit cocky because I’ve been cutting class since the 2nd grade and still passing…

…not just passing, but excelling beyond my peers in every standardized test.

Maybe it does make me cocky…too cocky.  I haven’t exactly passed every college class.

I did OK on the lab practical…fairly sure I passed, but I don’t like it when it’s a mystery, a surprise I’m waiting for.  I’ve done much better on every other exam so far.

I don’t know why I’m telling this to the internet as if it cares.

Is it sad that I would love time to write fanfiction again?  Then again, I love the job that has eaten every available hour outside of classes between noon and 10pm.  I love assembling the dead, putting their pieces back in place and learning their stories.

I’ve finished a baby deer skull and two human craniums just yesterday…

Dear online diary, forgive me for being late to class to tell you everything.

Press on

Press out

down about the dust

make the path

 

Thorns snag

burrs hitchhike

trying to find the sun.

 

I’ve only ever run.

Now a patch of ground

calls.

 

It holds a lake

where I can see my heart glow

in its reflection.

 

Before, I’ve seen only clouds,

lightning

 

I’ve seen only

a murky surface

oiled slick and swirling

 

How am I to believe in this glow?

A whole universe, waiting to grow.

 

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