Transfixed by the Lights, She Never Noticed He was There – Dead Deer

Before you read, I would like to emphasise once again, this is written in 10 minutes flat with no preparation nor correction. If I had time it would almost certainly not be any better. 

Transfixed by the Lights, She Never Noticed He was There

The breeze of nothingness led her around a chain,
The odour was faint, like something almost felt,
Blankly onwards and around and around into pain,
Stumbling, staggering, yet somehow always upright.

Staggering and startling the colours, screaming bright
Onwards throughout the darkness above, skewed,
Odours clinging and claiming her own sweet light
Breeze. One by one the emotions appeared and queued.

One sharp and clear; despair was seen deep inside
Clinging rashly, furiously to her heart, in her body
Throughout her mind, her soul. It wasn’t the lights that cried
And ending, nothing could shake her knowledge of shoddy

Endings. Never once allowing her to see, to notice,
Her own true self finally emerging from the cocoon.
Rashly she ran and still didn’t see, beside her; POTUS?
Sharp her ears pricked, No! T’was not Donald, but a baboon.

Today I wrote from 14:19 to 14:29. I was prompted by ideas here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here

Consumed by Fear, he Stood as Still as the Dark Night above Him – Dead Deer

Fear. Fear is still holding on a little, I think.

Shame, shame is still holding back empathy.

Guilt, guilt is a broad step on the road forward.

Release, release is not possible, not in this world.

Dark night, a dark night hovers all around, here the sky is big, and the blackness is heavy. The dark, noiseless, night find even itself oppressive. It presses its weight down on to the day, the shadows stealing what was once light; a brightly coloured joy transformed into a menacing series of greys. A figure waits. A figure waits beside you. Still. No sound. With the blood pounding, your mind racing, you hold yourself. Still. Hold yourself, hold your breath. Do. Not. Breathe. The figure is motionless, yet its very presence is as a looming threat. You cannot, will not move. Not even a sigh. Wait. Wait until that other entity moves on. You are scared. So scared. Lost. So very very lost. The beast, whatever it is, will not steal your last breath. You are determined of that.

As you stand there, without the slightest movement, you are not yet aware that your last breath has already been taken. Hold it just a little longer now……


Today I wrote from 21:32 to 21:42. I was prompted by ideas here. Myy other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here