the wood peels from the shanks of the inside of the ghost temptation rots teeth grind in the daymare of desperate desire the room with no view the floor is on fire and the sea she is angry boiling up to the chair of judgment it’s not your time yet the mistress and her kin invade my gossypium cabin fever out i say no room in my nightmare you would not understand day three the muscles stalactites reaching up to a god out to lunch remember holy time is different than human seven heads are better than none my hands in outer space the heart percolates in mother’s Turkish coffee pot ssshhh she doesn’t know licking out to anything that moves without a pulse to send some help a little bump a little drop a little cup to ease lubricate the crumbling road to the reality of seals breaking slowly
Wow! This could be the beginning of something great – a haunting and an intriguing novel. Brilliant writing and thank you for participating in the challenge.
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You honor me Eugenia thank you ❤✌
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The imagery is deeply dark and the stream consciousness pours out the haunting
of how one is feeling or going through harsh times in life.
I love this.
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Thanks 🙂
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You welcome my friend. 🙂 The title is very good.
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“Crumbling road….what a line, wordsmithing at its best. Unique joyfully presented.
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thank you 🙂 !
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Sounds like detox….. 😣
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👃🏻 😏
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You could become my new writer crush! Please consider submitting to Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen https://hereticsloversmadmen.com/
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Such high praise for such an untrained scribbler. Thank you very much✌❤ I’ll check out the site too xo
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sometimes too much training makes us overthink- you have your own voice that is authentic and engaging
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Thank you 🙂
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