ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature
Looking Through The Glass
i.Loose Threads
I'm coming undone.
There are flakes falling to the ground, soft and white. My breath steams around me, barely any warmer than the night air. I stare upwards, watching pieces of the sky come down. It has been a long time since I doubted my own sanity.
For this is a prison, you see. There is the hard slab of a bed and there are the bars and there I am, huddled as far into the shadows as possible. Maybe it's been too long since my wrists were chafed like this, but these walls are dark and ominous and I don't know if I'm getting out of here alive. They say they want to 'fix' it. Fix me. They're about four years too late.
ii.Ho
Literature
To My Almost-Child
Sorry you never had a name.
Literature
The Flamingo Poem
I was twelve when she was ten.
Our neighborhood had neither curb nor pavement;
every strip of grass was our sidewalk.
Trees doubled as bike stands,
and pine cones as hair brushes.
Chain-linked fences were suggestions to work around,
and trellises for wild honeysuckle vines.
Backyards spontaneously erupted into blackberry patches
leading to hunting expeditions ending with empty buckets
but purple chins and fingertips.
A muddy hundred yards of concrete culvert
delivered us to our hidden place
where fairies and fireflies
were equally real and equally magical.
Mason jars once filled with tadpoles hold rainwater sun tea,
the hostage
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Because I know it to be an impossibility. 
#SixWordStories
#SixWordStories © 2011 - 2024 IggyWillSaveMeIn2012
Comments3
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Love this!