The Help

“Now, take yourself a deep breath, Sandy.” Who would have thought Willow would cause such a stir with her pot usage and betray her family’s trust by using the guard assigned to her to get it for her? My god, that girl’s ego! Her erratic behavior has gotta end. But sadly, she will always forgive her daughter. As her maid, I saw it time and time again.

“Ok, focus on slowing down and getting your thoughts in order. You need to destress and be kind to yourself, Mama,” rubbing her back and holding her as she slowly began to relax.

Accidentally Poetic

on the streets

a molested teen
knocked up by dad real young
then kicked out while gay
will be caught loitering now 
on the seedy side of town

sweet smellin’ weed

it takes me off mark
my weightlessness calms me down
in peace I float high
smoke permeating all pores
drifting away from life’s crust


cough inducing life
it chokes my throat hot and raw
exhaust and anger
fury hangs in the air thick
rage blows up, innocence pays


AP’s confession – the words just started pouring out one day. Totally shy in real life but enjoys bold poetry about life. This is Accidentally Poetic’s first feature on The Short of It.


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Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #137

a tumble begins the adventure
chasing a white rabbit
mystery drink drunk
becoming a shrunk girl
eating a cake to become a giant
crying many tears to make a pool in a room
fanning herself and shrinking again
falling into a pool and getting wet
running a race to dry off
an errand bringing her to the white rabbit’s house
another mystery drink gets her stuck in one of the rooms
she shrinks again after eating pebbles become cakes
the caterpillar teaches her to eat mushrooms for size control
attending a mad tea party
visiting the duchess
then ending up rescuing a baby
meeting the cheshire cat in the forest
joining the queen of hearts for a game of croquet
meeting the mock turtle and gryphon
attending the knave of hearts trial
growing large and brushing away the deck of cards with ease
waking up at her sister’s side and telling the tales
this is the way of a wild mind
go ask alice


The lines Tristan snorted catapulted him over the edge of sanity. People stared when he howled at the moon and rammed his fingertips up his nostrils to get every last grain of cocaine he’d scraped from the white patterns left on the mirror. Fairly quickly, his mind became a black void of meaningless…

The young sous chef put down his book and pressed the remote for the oven. Soon, the head cook would arrive. Cutting the flour, he unconsciously emulated the star from the story tracing the same fat, strong lines for consumption.

“Pierre, what the hell are you doing?”

The Gateway Days

I remembered the couple next to us had a battle about whether they should drop acid. He decided to try it; she went to sit on the couch. We were young and stupid, though she wasn’t. Thankfully.

I was the first to hallucinate—a giant monster materializing before me. Immediately, I took cover, expecting a chase. The table ended up being the safe spot for us all; demons pursued the others as well.

What crazy times. But I would also count them as the best of times. We’d zone out for days. 

Who knew they were red flags for our future?


the ayahuasca
has left a bitter taste
in my mouth
like having licked dead leaves
from the jungle floor

…give it time, young one

oh, great shaman
you’ve transformed
before my eyes
into a bright, colorful fairy
and glowing in the dark

…it’s working now, enjoy your journey

Image credit; Lucas Pezeta at Pexels