authenticityis doomedwhen no one’s interestedto knowthe real you confined by imagetypecast by mediahe struggles to expresshis truest self But…they believewhat fits intheir storiesstitched, decoratedcarefully presentedto tellwhat’s their typewhat’s not Written for dVerse Quadrille hosted by whimsygizmo
memoriesas oldas discardableas worn out packagingnot recyclable relationshipsas short-livedas fake laughterDo I throw outlast remnantsof what remained after? Do you rememberwheels not movingwhen shots were takenand then canned?Nobody knew why… we posedwe pretendedhappinessnot meant to be oursIn a time framestuck and bookended we moved long agofrom sepia tintsto blueprintsof a futurewithout each other Written for … Continue reading Sepia Tints
it’s so easy to cross boundary linesbehave like you own the placeown people, own minds and lifestylesdemonstrate superiorityyou were born privilegedto lord it over others privilege of birthstatus, money or just-an assumption that othersshould fall in linebecause everybody you knowhas always done so-and everybody else will always doIt’s something you are used toAnd can’t see … Continue reading Transgression
somnambulist footstepssearching for good foodin a sleeping kitchen Dad shh-ing us to silenceIt is my sassy sisteron a forced diet Is she really sleeping? Written for Weekend Writing Prompt
Welcome back to an ever-changing world! What's new about it? PROMPT #242 Write whatever the image brings up in you. There is no restriction on length or format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that is found to be offensive, … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #242
This is the most intriguing relationship. You’ve never complained about being walked over, stamped on, trodden every day. You always take me to my chosen or desired destination. If my shoes have spiky heels, I wonder if a desire for revenge will possess you, and you may send me off in wrong directions … some … Continue reading PATH
Egg yolks are so yummy. I don’t want an omelet with egg whites…. I stop in my tracks to hear a voice as Judah fiddles with his fork, trying to prick the yolk on his sunny side up. “I’m sure the world outside is sunnier than me. It’s great to be out of that egg … Continue reading Sunny side up
“I completed my homework. Now you complete the story.” Even in a fatigued state, I can’t help thinking that my baby has learnt to negotiate. I try to recall the last narrative. The princess is locked up in a castle on top of the hill. Fairy Godmother gives him the Prince the power to fly … Continue reading Interrupted
waterlogged streets, cloudy skiesheavy downpour, clothes won’t dry yet, drop in temperaturea tremendous reliefheat is such an alienator my birthday’s just passed bybut Leo month keeps me high will this year be worse or betteror between the yearsjust another connector? A time to reflect, a time to dreammaybe it’s a chuckle or a scream I … Continue reading August
A remote in my hand lets me control devices. I’m happy. How close is far, when the pandemic does not allow me to be a part of my neighbor’s joys and sorrows? Isolated by the virus, I draw closer to the world with messages and calls. But those who are far … remain far. I … Continue reading Remote
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