Ten Word Journal-ing (3)


Sweetness goes so far,
“sleeping beauty”
mocks us lazy bones.

I cannot envision myself as Aurora,
and I never will.

Tray en route,
arrive at cashier,
you need more funds.

24th birthday celebration.
Out all night.
Dehydrated all next day.

Standing against walls at social gatherings,
an anxious kiddo’s paradise.

Back to wall,
she drank until she could abandon it.

“Don’t pick him up, he’ll pee on you!”
Warning unheeded.

He hopped across my porch,
somewhere to be,
snake slithering.

She remembered Dumpy Tree Frogs,
softness of skin and toes.

Butterflies were welcomed
until he transformed them into anxiety weapons.

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