Story time:
Lose yourself
Find yourselt
We’re counting down now.
Hour by hour.
Minute by minute.
Escape’s almost in our power.
Here.
It won’t cost you anything.
A prompt from https://herheartpoetry.com/2016/12/02/heartwrds-%C7%80-prompt-19/
She inhales a scent of memory
Old sweater that remembers the body it enfolded
Releasing comforting peace amid grief.
.
.
Thinking of a character in a short story I’ve been crafting, today.
Ah, you with your honeyed tongue
whispering words that make me feel
nervous of my sweet tooth.
The sky is white
dotted with turquoise,
mountain silhouettes
carved on the horizon,
one tree branch curls
like a finger,
beckoning
to adventure.