Trifecta She heard the water turn on and took a deep breath. Late hours, vague responses, immediate showers. She wasn’t an idiot. Although she wanted to know, being right was what scared her most.
“Is this what you want?”
stockings tether her to the bed
“You like it rough, don’t you”
muffled cries echo through her loft
“You know you want it”
homecoming crown useless
acceptance is the only way out
desperation gives way to regret
regret does not ease despair
isn’t it time for hope?
Father Time – Trifecta
Lines of turmoil etch his face
His hands are bound by pain.
Regret of trying to win the race
It’s too late to start again.
His job had caused his knee to bow
There’d been no time to play
His children were successful now
They work 12 hours a day.
All alone, he wastes his tears
The years have felt so long
Spirit fading, he thinks he hears
Whispers of that idle song:
“Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.”
Living Gift – Trifextra
Last breath gone, new hope rose
Skin for an accident victim’s nose.
Liver for another chance.
Kidney? Time – for one more dance.
One life gone, many begin.
Powerful gift of a donor’s organ.
Trifecta‘s challenge word “intention”.
The Road to Hell*
‘She looks like she didn’t even take a shower this morning. I would never let mine get away with that. Doesn’t she realize they are in a public place?’
Every judgmental thought and noble intention vanished as her three-year-old threw herself on the floor and screamed those same words she heard so long ago, “but I want it!”
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Trifextra – Give us 33 words from it. Interpret the prompt however you wish–literal, metaphorical, or somewhere in between.
“He’s a hard worker. Doesn’t bother the others. He likes the night shift.”
“Oh, he’s a good boy. Always interested in how things work.”
They won’t know what hit them. Five, four, three…
Haven’t entered one of these for a while. Trifecta‘s prompt word is “Survive”.
The Final Act
How can something hurt so much?
The life that’s left is hard to touch.
The pain so deeply pushed inside
She knows this time, she won’t survive.
Lines of agony, tears of rage
Scratches of hopelessness fill the page.
The heart once beating longs to be still.
An empty life, nothing can fill.
The knife draws slowly across her wrist.
Blood, the proof she still exists.
In shallow breaths, she wonders why
Life was only found, when she chose to die.
She isn’t sad, she doesn’t regret.
She’s broken beyond what she can forget.
As the cold swept in, she closed her eyes
Spirit long gone, her body dies.
…but what is up with WordPress making certain words/phrases links? It is annoying if you ask me. Which you didn’t, so…
Also, I thought I’d check out the Trifecta writing challenge, and can’t get on to their site. It redirects to some thing I have to sign up for. Weird.
This Trifextra unfortunately was swept into the madness of this weekend. For their rules, click their link.
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about pity: it’s so sad.