my amygdala
a frost-glass jar, loose-lidded,
leaks unwittingly
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TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butler3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (12)
Very clever. I know my amygdala probably leaks daily. Congratulations on your win❤️
That was cleverly done! Congratulations in placing in this Challenge 😄
Clever and unique! Congratulations Morgana. Whoooohooo! 🥰
Ooooh, yes! So much going on here, I love it
Wow!! This one was amazing.
I guess fear and anxiety will always resurface at some point. Some times they appear on the calmest most perfect of days, other times they arrive when everything's going to heck. Nice win on the time capsule challenge. How do You do it? This is the 4th win You've racked up.
A top contender. Visceral, harsh, primeval, and beautiful.
This one's good
Beautiful!!!💖💖💕
Metaphorical meets the biological (or is that psychological?)... Great construction and intense imaging here! 🫙
Ohhhh, you had me with amygdala...love, love, love!!
Now you're making look up words.....Well done.