NaPoWriMo 2018, Poetry
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NaPoWriMo – Day Five: Ghost

I felt you climb inside me.

Your fingers slid between the cracks,

drove them wider,

and you crawled into the darkness,

to paw through all the clutter

I’d hidden away in the shadows of myself.

Now I carry you around like loose change,

always rattling through my skull

off beat and missing the tempo,

so the ripples turn to rapids

and I have nowhere to turn but you

and all the other phantoms

in my head, taking up room.

So I smile,

cheeks cracking like sugar work,

sweetness with no substance.

These are the only walls

I know how to build.

Playing catch up today. Got home from work yesterday and didn’t feel like writing so I’m using my lunch break to make up for it. Not using the prompt for the 5th either I’m afraid. Might give it a go at the weekend when there’s more time.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

7 Comments

  1. Sometimes I wonder how humans can come up with something so amazing. I read this poem and just wondered how you created something so beautiful.

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