I hear you Zay. On January 18, 1973, I smashed my mother's dreams of becoming a professional dancer. Only she never told me directly. I pieced it together later via context clues.

I hear you though. Some things are best left unsaid.



100 Words

Thrifty Words 100 Challenge #81: Loss

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Gaze returned coldly
from blackness,



awaiting embrace
that won’t come willingly;

losses greeted


shunted away
since the first schism;

but the first to fall;

survival’s first lesson;

coping with losses
by failing to witness
festering wounds;

shunt them away
towards imposter’s fantasy;
let them die.



Barry Dawson Jr. IV

Barry Dawson Jr. IV

Medium Top Procrastinator. Guilty of writing under the influence. No, I’m not upset. My face always looks this way. INTP https://cosmicrubble.com/