Waiting For the Boom

Aug 29, 2015 05:30

I finally got back to writing again, and this is the result. A free-verse story told in three acts--a count-down, if you will--about the abusive side of my relationship with my father. Very different in tone than the last one, as I decided to rip the bandaids off some pretty old wounds here ( Read more... )

memories: like the corners of my mind, hey look i wrote poetry, family stuff, aca/al-anon stuff about stuff, real life blathering

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seirina August 30 2015, 21:33:54 UTC
I thought the imagery in this line was so powerful:

visions of sugar plums dancing --
turning pitch black with smoke.

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rachg82 August 30 2015, 23:23:24 UTC
That line sort of stopped me in my tracks too -- it kind of came out of nowhere, honestly. One of those moments where the piece writes itself, which is an experience I love having & am always grateful for.

Thank you for leaving a comment to let me know you appreciated it, too. The support means a lot to me!

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