A flash poem written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry.
I have done it -
Swallowed hate like bile,
Laughed in the face of the cruel,
Smiled while dying a little in my heart.
They pierce, these
Raw wounds hung on barbed wire,
Flesh waiting to smoke.
The memory closes down,
Refusing to process the negative,
Leaving the images to singe in fire.
I danced in a yellow dress.
The leaves wither on this tree.
The branches bend towards cracking
Yet refuse to yield.
A hazy breath like summer lends hope
But the blackberries taste sour.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 20, 2018