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A Lonely Profession
Rocky sentinel, You vigilant protector. Who acts as your shield? ____________________________________________________ Author's note: I lived in Colorado several decades ago and completely fell in love with the view of the Rocky Mountains. As I was thinking about writing this haiku, I imagined gazing up at those majestic peaks from way down below. It made me think of how mountains seem so untouchable, larger than life, like giant guardians, and they lack an equal.
This is a dark poem written for a writing prompt in the True Crime, Horror Story & Dark Poetry fb group. Here is the prompt: you can write either a #story or #poem that includes a funeral, a bouncy house and lifeless body/bodies. Make it as twisted and as creepy as you can!
The Sweetest Sound
"Hush now, don't cry," she murmured, stroking the soft snow-white hair of her precious cargo as she raced through the woods. "Everything will be fine, just fine." Though the desperation in her tone and her labored breathing gave away the truth–it was only a matter of time.