Precious cargo well in tow,
protruding stretch of flesh under dress of mesh, showcasing skin, think I saw a
tat in there too, albeit impossible to reconnect the reds and blues, but think
there was an arrow, pointing south, wondering if perhaps, this was the cipher
to fill the clue as to how the puzzle first got it start. And to home, your flat, NO, not you, not now
in any case, of course not, no, that shan’t return for quite some time, until
at least a point somewhere down this cyclic line, whence all will dry, peaking
up to mountain’s sky, yet till then I guess it all, will do, all that and more,
perhaps even doing a body good…(different).
Here, alcohol is not permitted upon the premise grounds, lest temptation
may find a deformation stirring caustic frown…trouble…damn spine, aching more
and more…Irritation riles strong….fancy flavors sing their song…mid-night
rendezvous with Frigidaire, where a perry’s pint may make the night…But glow
you do, so bright, simple shades won’t do…Love was never a part of this plan…it
just happened…it just did…and now, you are the one alone in this…
I would’ve offered to
help you with your groceries, but with your current situation placing you in
such a vulnerable state, who knows what thoughts would traverse your
apocalyptic hormonal state of anti-bliss…No, I did want to help though, but I’m
not good at accepting accusations, where good intentions get abased,
maligned…nope, not for me, actually, it’s one of the things that I hate most
about society….I understand people are brought up in a way where so many bad
things happen, so better safe than sorry…I get that, and you know that old
saying, no good deed goes unpunished, well, I’ve learned that to be sadly true. And I probably would’ve looked at your hair,
and your skin, noticing you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for quite some
time, and mighty have said something, while assessing you were in the need of
something to lift your spirits up, and say, “you look beautiful today” And knowing at least what I think I do, I may
have received either a, “gee thanks,” (Best Case), that look that silently
screams CREEP (Not that Bad, but not that good), A hormonal outrage inflicting
8.5 months of anxiety and pain in a few well placed blows that would make the
nausea grow rather swiftly internally.
(Worst Case, perhaps)
I have to say, I had such a difficult time coming up with something to write for this really challenging D'Verse Meeting The Bar prompt. I have to say, after reading Anna's superb article, I said to myself, "this is right up my alley, " and then poof…I had nothing. Can't really explain it. The article is so well written it couldn't have been explained any more clearly, but for whatever reason, this piece here was the best I could come up with tonight.
