5 Minute Fiction

Bloodline

It should have been you,

Not her.

Your visits a thunderstorm.

Dust of hatred follows.

A failed soul amongst the others.

There is zero hope for you.

I’ll save myself,

I’ve done so before.

For I see the beauty,

You are blind to.

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5 Minute Fiction

Blooming A.

Tightness spreads through the chest, blossoming.

Future thoughts caused this.

Blood, warm and wicked pulsating stronger with each second.

Focused breathes as deep as the ocean, willing it to stop.

When it’s done, it simmers below. A haunting reminder.

Only beauty is shown on the outside to the unknown.

5 Minute Fiction

The Crap I Get, Doesn’t Matter

I’m not today’s woman.

I was never yesterday’s woman either.

I’m not popular, nor are the things I do. The ways I think.

The past is the same as the future, only now I’m alright.

Alright with being unpopular.

I embrace it with gratitude.

It’s evident in my words, my home, my love, and my heart.

Don’t feel sorry for me, feel sorry for you. You’re missing out.