A Little Later Than Dusk #WeekendWritingPrompt

Stung between garden fences

twilight coaxed you outside,

to the square of wilding lawn

uncut from summer’s end,

the coils of wood smoke

streaked with petrol

rising above an evening glow

of light behind closed panes

as one by one they too

flickered out.

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Image by Giani Pralea from Pixabay

Questions I Still Have – #NaPoWriMo Day Nine

Was I a plaster

you slapped on

to cover the burns

left by your family?

Something temporary,

to hide the harm.

 

Was he water?

More than you’d seen

all in one place

and so inviting

you were willing

to drown.

 

Did you lose me

on purpose?

Or did the currents

just pull us apart?

 

Either way,

did you notice

that I was gone?

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