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there were things trimmed in order to meet an idea of perfection– hair, words, laughter. not like that, like this. not so many, like less.not so big, like smaller. a thousand cuts would not save her. never enough, always too much–nothing left to trim. (c) ren 07.02.25 photo credit: myrnajacobs for Six Sentence Stories. PROMPTContinue reading “nothing left to trim”

My dad is sick It’s made me very sad So sad that the rest of my day, Seemed to daunting to be had / I leave work early feeling heavy in my eyes When I see a bumble bee On the street She is weak and unable to fly / This is obviously a signContinue reading “The bumble bee”

comemidnightexhaustedutterly draineddown to the coreslumped in papasanspilling thoughts acrossinto laptop and keyboardwithout considering meaningor value of meandering thoughtsinfinitely expanding across the pageone dripping drivelling sad drop at timesleep would be a fine wonder to embrace contemplating the slow drag up dusty stairstrip over the broken memories haunting this housestrip naked and slip into uninviting coldContinue reading “Avoiding Dreams”

I’ve seen three blue ships when there were none Sailing, drifting beneath no sun Their sails wafting, bold, unshunned Amidst the fog, yet not undone  An air of silence engulfs and stuns And looms discreetly beneath their guns They should be daunting, but I don’t run  I blink and suddenly, remains not one  I’ve seenContinue reading “Ghost Ships”