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Out To Sea

Out To Sea

Breathless, sinking into dampened sand
A collapsing heap of bones and skin
lays immobile, grateful for silence but for
the ebb and flow of waves washing the shore

In silence memories flood into a mind 
trying to close the gates of hell
Tears pour from eyes witness to the unspeakable 
A throat chokes on words refusing to swallow

Between heaving breasts lies a heart
piecing together the puzzle
of broken rocks that weigh it down
A wave washes over a body of disbelief
Wishing to be taken out to sea

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Word Prompts

Between - FOWC
Swallow - RDP
Puzzle - Stream of Consciousness



Swimming in your troubled waters
I am caught in a riptide
which pulls me from the safety of the shore
Struggling in its undertow and 
unable to hold on to you any longer
I feel you slipping through my arms
as I am carried away from you
and your tempestuous sea of anger
Not knowing where I will be taken
I am scared, my arms flailing to stay afloat
My heart yearns for an emotional life raft
to cling to before surrendering to the currents
I pray for peace wherever the tide takes me

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All Rights Reserved

 Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets

One Liner Wednesday – Alexa Knows Everything

Sometimes its funny when Siri suddenly starts talking to you thinking we are asking her for something and we haven’t even said a word. It seems to happens to my husband more than me but I always get a kick out him wandering around the house saying ”Shut up Siri.” He’s obviously talking to himself and that’s why she answers him, although he will never admit it.

I don’t own an Alexa so I haven’t really had much experience with her so when I came across this the other day I had to laugh out loud. If Alexa did live in my house she would probably be doing this frequently and I’d have a well stocked liquor cabinet!

For Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday

Keep on Running – Flash Fiction

Keep on Running

Time had passed since Abigail heard the voices so maybe the coast was clear. 

They had been muffled at first until the footsteps got closer, and then she could clearly hear the familiar, distinct southern drawl.  Two men conversing, unaware of her presence as she lay silent and motionless in the undergrowth, not daring to breathe.  She recognized the plantation foreman, Ned, immediately.

“As I said Caleb it ain’t gonna make an ounce of diff’rence.  You can lock ‘em up at nightfall but if they want it bad enough, they’ll as sure as hell try and make a run for it” 

“So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm?” Responded the younger man.  

“Exactly” said Ned, “They just need direction” his voice trailing off as they moved away.

Abigail shuddered, remembering the whipping she had received the last time she escaped.

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All Rights Reserved

Ingrid is hosting Prosery Monday At D'Verse Poets tonight and has asked
us to write a piece of Flash Fiction (Prosery) using no more than 144 words
excluding the title.  We are to use this line from William Blake's poem,
The Chimney Sweeper.
"So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm"
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