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You never know how A glass castle will crumble Until the last rock flung Finally flies right through The closed window Some pieces are massive Made from the grinding sands Of time Other pieces are so small, So infinitesimal that there’s no chance that They’ll ever be redeemed. This castle can’t be put back together… Continue Reading →
Have you ever loved someone called them dear They’re family, after all, right? But the moment they open their mouths the ball of yarn that is your world begins to unravel? Their words wrecking balls to the walls you have gingerly built from chaos? Like unleashing wolves thirsty and starved onto sleeping, unsuspecting deer. I… Continue Reading →
I am afraid that when the time comes I will not have enough ammunition to protect her even though ammo is cheap. If words could be locked and loaded every woman could raze the world a hailstorm of bullets made up of “good intentions” cat-calls, and “sluts.” When persisting and resisting are frowned upon what… Continue Reading →
Some days, I’m just not cut out to make Chicken Kiev. The pounding of raw, dripping chicken (And the meat stuck under fingernails) Curling it delicately in on itself (And smearing the fearfully-full-of-salmonella butter over fingers, because you know it doesn’t stick well on its own) The flour, the eggs– Oh Gods, the raw eggs,… Continue Reading →
She made me smell flowery as I hacked her to bits; for all its valiant effort, Glade White Tea & Lily spray a pepper spray does not make. Happy Spookytober! (This totally came from thinking someone was behind me when I glanced in my bathroom mirror, and the only disabling thing nearby was Glade spray…. Continue Reading →
Why can I not stop thinking about you and all the things you’ve done? Why do I expect more from you When the past has proven your mettle? It’s like trying to stop a freight train with shaving cream or home-concocted slime Too poor and porous For this use. Arguments played out in my head… Continue Reading →
People talk of endings As if they’re fruit Ripe on the vine, just pick one and go. We never talk about What this is, This kind of ending. There’s quitting the band Tiredness setting into bones Far too long away There’s walking away from the spotlight But this was none of that. A guttural hymn… Continue Reading →
This week’s Flash Fiction Challenge over at TerribleMinds had random Five Word Titles, with the rules of 1500 words. Two stood out to me: “Someone’s Dragon is Double-Parked Outside” and “I Shouldn’t Have Swiped Right.” If I had done the Swipe one, it was going to be a Vampire story, but since the previous one… Continue Reading →
I am a person of Planned dates And confirmed appointments “It’ll happen when it happens” Does not compute. “Go with the flow” Only works When the flow is predetermined Which I’m pretty sure Isn’t how that works.
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Melody Klink 