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#vss365 That stare and wretched lip raise was not my favourite expression. Everything I shared was minimalistic and clean. In their minds I spoke the convoluted and malignant. I decided to place my thoughts aside and engage in what they wanted. This is where peace thrived.

#vss365 I stood and stared at the hollow of the maple. It reminded me of empty memories. Lost and vacant because they never happened. There was no recovery.

#Satsplat It was as if he were sitting at the end of my bed. Depending on my faculties, it could also be the middle or worse. As my left eye blinked I hoped to crush him. With my eyes closed you would think sleep saved as a bullet. Nope, because it thrived in a conscious sleep.

#Satsplat Get down! There’s gunfire! The idiots drove past. Fireworks intermingled with their laughter. Teenage humour got on my last nerve. I was almost done. They had miles to go. I felt sorry for them. My grin stomped on their heads.

#Satsplat The planes wouldn’t stop. Where were they going? Exodus. I didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t up to me, never was. I managed to hide for seconds which morphed into days. They caught up to me. I was tired and had to submit. The planes wouldn’t stop. Where were they going?

@hungryghostpoet What a beautiful child!💕

#Satsplat I passed by a ladder beneath a blossoming tree. What would happen next? A treehouse, a home for a swing? Why did my mind always swerve to tales of jute rope and morbidity. An illness of being me.

#Satsplat 300 people, perhaps less. My Clare vomited up everything she drank. I was afraid. My days alone, stretched tight. Suddenly, there was a light tap at the door. Arley stood out front. I met her once, her husband Martin was RCMP. No questions asked, she helped us. Exhale.

#satsplat I don’t know how I got to walking with such a crew. The big mouth asked me if I was single. I told her that I was so ugly, I had to kidnap my husband. Pressure from my mom made me do it. She nodded and the rustling of the forest shut her up, for the rest of our way.

#Satsplat Love with an “e” Who doesn’t want this? Most have love with a “v” That consequential “u”

#Satsplat I continued reading his manual in reverse. The last word on the page up to the first. It was relaxing not to think of our next sorry soul. My trigger remained, temptation. An overwhelming urge to decode as I had been taught. If only I could slam it shut.

#Satsplat Sunset never left. Presto light.

@osbornecsue Happy New Year, Sue! Wishing you happiness and 🍀!

#Satsplat That vibration housed in a nightmare awoke her. It took a few moments to gather up reality. Shapeshifters placed an uneasy feeling right in the gut. Walking in dawn’s light snarled equally to a rubber room with absent doors.

#Satsplat She met him. Less than one thousand words exchanged. Currency of love weighed heavily. Dramatic, ever so dramatic. A gram he did not feel. Those brief moments carried her for years. He met her. Not even a second in his thoughts. ZeroOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Unbalanced.

@hungryghostpoet Happy New Year, Syreeta! I hope this year is a good one for you!🍀💕

#satsplat Once she cut her tiny finger by the river. I stopped the blood with my mouth. Perhaps I truly craved for all my unknown vibrancy to continue flowing. Then, my tongue made a seal. Back then I was afraid of such peculiarities. Our family fell into autism’s spiral vortex.

Accumulation doesn’t always suffocate. When snow falls, I follow its drift. I stick out my tongue and it quickly disappears. They say to breathe through my nose. I just can’t. #satsplat