Consequences
He called her bluff; and now,
day after day,
she can’t shrug off the sense
of being expendable.
She grips her drink, her hand
shakes. Friends have stopped
answering her calls. Not right.
No fight left,
no light at the end of her tunnel,
only a pillow of blackness.
It looks so soft.
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A really incredible blend of the existential and surreal. This one could go so many places in the reader’s imagination, way beyond telling a story. Nice work Kathleen.
Thank you, Bobby. I was a little worried about being too obscure. But, that’s what is great about Lexpomo, you can just throw it out there and see what happens!!
All the reader needs to know and no more.
Thanks, Sherry. Nice to get a comment from you! I miss your voice.
Love this. I love the line no fight left-it is very familiar. It has popped up in quite a few of mine, too. I miss Sherry’s voice, too. In fact I miss all of you. Are you all in Jeff’s workshop?