Dark #writephoto

Once again you are ready to step into the waters. 

Do you still remember the shirlls from past? Do you remember the sensation of being choked? If you do and you still are, ha! I should commend your resolution.

There is something about the water that doesn’t scare me anymore. What would you rob off of dirt? Maybe I have fulfilled my wildest fantasies. Maybe I’m the wind that knows no home. How would you enslave the air? I could escape through the cracks and suffocate you to silence. 

The sea was quiet. The air was still. Nobody wanted to take anything off her now. 

Gracefully she approached the abyss. 

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For Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge. 

Gamophobia

Image by Rene Bohmer

I need a moment here, to demolish my walls, to unclothe and step out of my core and talk about this fear that’s bred inside of me since who knows when. 

How often do you stand core naked before somebody; as creatures assembled by words of confessions. How fatal are such encounters, how easy to be misread.

It’s like this fear sabotage our mind. You lose a connection with yourself, while you fail to see who you’re, you’re more you in those vulnerable moments than you’d ever be with anything else.

My fear breeds inside of me. A fear to share this life. A fear to not grow. No matter how irrational, the fears are there to stay. And I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. 

Stealth

Image by Patryk Sobczak

Thud thud 

I could hear my tread

I woke up amidst the crowd of sleeping selves 

The night had a hussle but my mind was quiet

I was strolling in the middle of a queer sight 

There was white smoke escaping the lips 

That burnt a cigarette of their own flesh 

And children playful and vulnerable 

Hopping and splashing dirt unto the earth dweller

Eyes making merry, seeking out daylight 

Blindly in the moonlight 

I saw blazing flames rising to the sky

I stepped closer and watched the logs vanishing 

The next morning I returned to see what remains

There was but ashes; of logs and souls