Dark Godiva

 

We’re all full of it

good thoughts

bad thoughts

selfish thoughts.

A head full of

curdled thought soup

I only let out

the white ones

altered to appear pure,

worn like a crown

to convince the world

I am the good witch

Keeping you

at a distance

so you won’t see

a dark godiva

covered with

white vermin.

A final OnesShootSunday poem. http://onestoppoetry.com/

Thanks for the memories.

Photo by Rosie Hardy. http://www.rosiehardy.com/



Ruins

Too late

a sudden ray of revelation

breaks through

clouds of self-righteousness

and I stare

at the ruins I created

with acid rain words

that ate away

your self-esteem

Abrasive criticisms

that sandblasted you

to the bones

of your psyche

And I weep

to see the devastation

that remains

in the abandoned place

that used to be

us

Written in response to One Shoot Sunday photo prompt by photographer Neil Alexander. www.neilalexanderphotography.com
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A grateful thank you to Dustus & Chris. While I have not contributed regularly, I have enjoyed One Shoot Sunday very much, and all of the creative and wonderful writers whose work I have had the pleasure of reading.