Copy and Paste

Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Paste

When his mother died, he didn’t know what to feel, grief or relief. A life of luxury, adventure and parties, endless parties with high end booze and drugs, now no more. Part of him felt lost, part of him felt liberated, from all the powerful, wealthy and filthy men, there was also this remaining part felt angry which was suppressed by numbness.

How do you suppose to feel that the woman who raised you was also the pimp, died before you could get an answer out of her, why did she hate you so much to do unspeakable things to you from a young age. The mother and son relationship was emotionless, copy and paste, repeatedly being showered with affections then thrown into another perpetrator’s den to endure the rejection.

His mother died, and his breakdown and healing have just begun.

People Do Get Healed

Three years ago
I had to call you your new name

Your birth name was buried with tragedy and trauma

There were times you slipped
when you felt the day was good enough to be yourself

Three years flew by
When you called me all of a sudden
I heard your name
like a chime in the wind
soft and clear

You told me you have found yourself
in ruin and rubbles
still beautiful and worthy

Healing came when you reconciled with your past
and saved the best for last

My eyes welled up
into a smile
‘People do get healed’
plastered my thoughts

Love Blooms

You brought me sunrise
When darkness covered my mind
Morning dew diluted last night’s tears
My lashes tasted sweet upon your lips
You tendered me with a crown of frangipanis
Within the distance of our breaths
A butterfly fluttered frantically
twining around the invisible bloom between us


Writing with others are both inspiring and fun. I hope you enjoy this collaboration between me and Bree. Reading Bree’s work is like walking into her garden in every season.  Secret Thoughts Within

An exhausted heart,
asking no more for rain
A shameful shadow
deserving no reprieve from disdain

A drip,
running down from the heavens to my soul
A refreshment,
replenishing the drought within me

A book,
doing just that to rescue me
A story,
unfolding before my eyes
making my heart sing again


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You were raging, splattering, raving and rattling the cage

I was standing and watching you in amazement

I was made to have keen observant eyes to spot you

You gravitated me to glue to your contorting face even in the most gruesome illustration

You could bring on the devil’s horns
I felt at ease and knew
I would tame that to peace

You were raging, splattering, raving and rattling the cage

I was standing and watching you in amazement

I stepped agilely forward to unlatch the gate
You leaped out and landed all over me
four eyes met
your flames mellowed into
my whirlpool of affection


Pale face
I almost lost you
I cried over the diminishing sparks in your eyes

Pale face oh my fairest
I sobbed over the thought of losing you

Pale face
Let me hold you
Place your head on my chest
My heartbeats thumping your blood float
Multiplying your crimson stains

Pale face
I finally made it right here
Please, please don’t fade away

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