Why Do I Write?

The simple truth is,
I just like the sound of bone on brick and
the feel of brain matter against barriers satisfies me.

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Written in response to Ink in Third’s Three Line Thursday Prompt: Blocked

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Tired of Wandering

Tired of wandering through fog and forest, I stop, and
swing my ax wide to satisfying thunk and thud. There,
one leg off at the knee, one left to go.

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Written in response to Ink in Third’s Three Line Thursday Prompt: Clearing

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Floating, Falling

My lungs have dried to crisp and crunch.
My heart has chilled. My bones have browned.
I’m floating, I’m falling, I’m trampled to dust.

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Written in response to Ink in Thirds’ Three Line Thursday Prompt: Fall

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Magic

A wave of your hand shows nothing up your sleeves
Smoke and mirrors, abracadabra and ta-da! You’re in love!
I’m wide-eyed and wondering: how did you do it?

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Written in response to Ink in Thirds’ Three Line Thursday Prompt: Magic

A Messy Painting

Rage then roses, then the air turning orange with sunset
We’re both yellow-bellied and sick with greed and envy
The Blues plays, slowly, indigo inklings succumb to lavender love

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Post inspired by Ink in Third’s Three Line Thursday Challenge: Palette 

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