Shadows of the past surround me.
Casting their darkness upon me.
Throwing a pall of quiet desperation across my
thoughts. Invading my day again.
They come unbidden, these shadows,
always when least expected.
Looping endlessly in my thoughts.
If I could only cut them out of time’s fabric,
burn them from my memories,
never to have them darken my sky’s again.
Failing in this, I can only manage to push them back.
Ignore them until they again recede, back to that locked room.
Shoving those shadows, those memories down
and stomping on them, shouting
“You will not rule me”
“Ever”
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English7 days ago in Fiction
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