the ache
…
He picked up his pencil,
scribbled something
and passed the note to her.

It was past sunset, the evening
colors mirrored the colors
where his hands had been
the colors and the ache
the ache in her arm, her heart,
her soul.
…
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Prompt 267

Breakup ink
The past re-written
Fresh new start

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Fresh starts spanned in layers across the sky.
Carrying sweet dreams within the sun’s shadows..
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📷: 9/7/26

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Prompt 267

Written
Bruised
Skies

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Bare shoulders glided
her red petal tattoo
inked history
lay under thin lace
no hesitance in her stride
diffused sunlight basking her face
ready for her vows.

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A fragrance lost
like a memory.
Fading within
an aether
of lost time.
Would that time
ever blossom again?
To be reminded
of its beauty or
move on from
its wilted past.

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And in the evening
All the leaves from all the trees
Twirling down
All the shades of yellow to brown
Rejoining the air with the lift of my shoes
I imagine a graph
Shapes and hues
An orderly accounting
A ledger of leaves
To recite at the fire's edge
A list of names of the fallen

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Green light a parade of wheels
Sluice misty spray seamlessly
Sky water street water meet
Gray and sparkling grimy gems
My already wet cheeks at the intersection
Your flight is boarding miles from here
Somewhere thirsty servers
Record our goodbyes
Triangulate our positions
Don't care

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(Unexpected Sweeping Wisteria)
Round the corner there is a sweet surprise of lovely cascading purple. An artist's garden. It's as if painted in expansive brushstrokes
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#sensewrds 266 forgotten, rose, filtered

It was unconsciously done, memory diverted into different rooms. Doors closed.

Sometimes she'd open a door. Sometimes she didn't know there was a door. Sometimes a door opened by itself, poltergeist-like.

Once, there was a garden, red song in the bindweed.

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#sensewrds 265 paths, scattered, simplicity

To call them 'crossroads' would be like describing the Titanic as a small raft. Less 'roads', more 'maze'.

She had no breadcrumbs to trail behind her. Even if she did, birds would devour what she dropped.

Birds. That was the answer: As the crow flies.

Vases
sit empty now,
once full of sepia
love memories,
signs of being seen,
remembered;

dust builds on
crystal
that wonders
if it will see blooms
again;

I once was loved,
I once was harmed,
flowers
were delivered,
for me

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That flower so red and pure
The one that slipped your memory
all its goodness taken from its leaves
until it turned to dust
then got blown away in the wind

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Prompt 266

Forgotten
Rose
Filtered

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