Three Word Prompt: Conglomerate
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
It pours down me, eroding away my uniform, my costume
The entropy brought by weather is my new disguise
And once again the water images fill me half empty, on the brighter side
It was not a sustainable image (mirage) anyhow
But when they see me next
In unwonted guise
How on earth will they
With violence, comes the first response, quick as a twinge.
With hate, flurrying fast behind it.
No one will respond with love
And shall I assert my identity? Insist upon being me?
for, after all, which is worse?
To be loathed by the others, echoes of my own self loathing?
Or to succumb to rage, to be attacked?
to be unrecognized, ignored, denied?
But through or around the doubt and careening whimsy of my tottering painwrath
I gather the sloppy bits, the runny lumpy clumps that used to adorn my likeness
In a bruised colander that paints words on my trouser legs
scoop and refill and scoop and weep at the futility
to form this conglomerate
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
this is actually sort of freaking me out. ///shuddering///
- #1902 Posted 5 years ago
I love the imagery of the person trying to save their image which was so easily washed off by the water. Their true self is so.. unlovable by some people they refuse to be that. It's bravery to shrug off the naysayers and learn to be happy in your own skin and let people say and think what they want. You don't have to believe them. You have to believe in yourself.
- #1908 Posted 5 years ago
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