A mix of poetry and flash fiction this month. I have not written sustained narrative so it's still new to me. I'm used to convoluted metaphors. Confessional writing feels so odd to me.

marionettes in matrimony

red threads tied

under the eyes of the living

and across the netherworld

the families unite

with offerings and blessings

bonds laid to rest

carolled inside a bonfire

their souls released into another life

Originally a #WyrdWednesday theme about death.

jacarandas

tiny trumpet sounds

their final tune

mossy air encircles

flares of periwinkle

rust onto the hillside

#SenseWrds 279: drifting, frayed, violets

inhale

a creak

escaped her throat

mouth agape

lowering volumes

taking in short breaths of noxious fumes

anxious—

she tries to

exhale

exhale

exhale

but

like a sinkhole

she consumes

For #vss365, 'sound'

#Emoetry 'vindictive'| #sensewrds 280: jade, distanced, varying | #vss365 doubt | #vssdaily 'mug'