she is not broken
by darkness
she embraces the
magic of the night
she is woman
wild as the day
she was born
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Poet Kit
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Cake
“Then let them eat cake.”
’twas Enlightenment’s fake news
falsehoods fade slowly
sinful indulgence
with buttercream icing, sliced
cakes of devil’s food
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge prompt word “Cake”.
Shark
He thought he was dealing with a full deck of 52, but she’d slipped several cards out; her sleight of hand, stacking her odds favorably.
Pretending to be impressed with his strip shuffle, she demurely tapped the deck at the cut. After luring him all in, she revealed aces for the pot.
~kat
A 52 Word Story for Writespirations 52 Weeks 52 Words flash fiction challenge. The prompt this week, to write about the number “52”. (Artwork was created by combining several Pixabay.com photos.)
Magnetic Poetry Monday
breath of withering blossoms dying
nights grow longer, fall has come
deep brown cover softly rustles
tree boughs bare their winter bones
earth beneath her frosted blanket
rests her wild soul at dusk
cold, but for a season, rooted,
soon the spring will dawn in bloom
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit.
Mental
Mental
The pyramids he built had magical powers, sharpening his used razor blades while happy-sad Jesus watched from a frame on the wall.
Then he dismantled the family car, replicating a Chilton’s Manual diagram on the driveway.
He often argued with a gun barrel. It had the last word eventually, silencing the voices.
~kat
A word about this week’s 52 Words in 52 Weeks Story. The prompt was “pyramids”.
When most people think of “pyramids” they think of the ancient wonders in Egypt. When I hear the word “pyramid” it triggers memories of my dad and one of his many obsessions.
No one noticed the signs, or if they did they didn’t say, because we didn’t talk about mental illness back then. People suffered in silence, or self medicated with alcohol like my dad. He may very well have been a genius, but he was also bat-shit crazy. I loved him dearly; he terrified me. He was the “monster” of my childhood nightmares.
So I’m stepping up on my soapbox for a moment. Mental illness is not a weakness or embarrassment. We need to talk about it. For heaven’s sake, if you or someone you love is suffering, get help. There is help to be found. There is no one like you. Really. No one like you.
And if writing about this can help save just one person from my dad’s fate, it will have been worth pouring my heart out on this page….
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