The other day, I asked for a prompt here. Feel free to send me one, gentle reader... (whoever you may be). ;)

But the amazing and talented inmyocean sent me this one:
In the hush that exists between the spaces

I let it simmer in my brainmatter overnight, and then I coughed up this small thing:

( In the hush that exists between the spaces )

I couldn't sleep at all last night. Oh, I tried; I even went to bed early. But I tossed and turned endlessly on top of the sweat-soaked sheets, until it finally cooled off enough that I could pull the light blanket over myself, scratchy against skin rubbed raw by the heat.

Puffy and swollen
My eyelids are like crickets,
chirping in the dark

Five hundred years ago, there was a journal,  filled with half-truths, and half-lies, and the tedious yearnings of a tiny and broken heart, gasping out grieving whimpers into the cold and blinding aether ( Read more... )