Thrills

It sure was a challenge to build the tent at night. The thick trees of these mountains made it difficult, but we had to try or succumb to the elements. 

I tried to erase the doubts about my camping abilities and focused on the task and hand, forcing myself to breathe deeper until my lungs felt full. The oxygen was a tad thin up here.

Bent over, with a stake in my hands, I heard a deep growl behind me. My planted stance remained firm, but my skin instantly got moist, and I felt myself trembling with regrets

Oh, shit.

Shielding

Redux

The injurious are on the prowl.

Instinctively my guard goes up.

Hurling words to pierce the psyche.

Expectedly waiting for more of a beat-down.

Another and another and another.

The taunts ricocheting inside me like a ping-pong ball. 

Humiliation the game, the victor, no one.

I feel desperate and alone. I want to cry.

Fear, sadness, and agony achieved.

I don’t know how much longer I can take this!

Bored, looking for the next target to feel superior to.

I’m exhausted from this continued abuse.

I need to push myself over the edge to freedom.

Originally published 7/16/2018 on I Write Her.

Unoriginal

Redux

Originally posted on I Write Her 7/8/2018. Published here with revisions.

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my thoughts are unique
or are they
am i an original
or just a borrower from the inspirers of my past
i fear the quality words
will all have been spoken
i wonder when it’ll all have been said
will my voice be muted before i die
before i leave my mark…

Peace, Please

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #219 – War is at the doorstep.
What do you expect me to do? & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Lovers

“We’re lovers, not fighters!”

War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?

“Don’t let them in.”

Burnt

like a candle melting
hot little piecemeal pontifications
emerge from between the edge of lips

they’ll singe and sting for a bit
one utterance forward and two psychosis’ back
to a place where anxiety takes the reigns again

add in a bit of depression
where the blackness overrides the chaos
sleep becoming a refuge

like a candle doused
this flame inside extinguished
a life rising up as dead-smelling smoke

Not Repulsed

subjecting ourselves
to scream-producing eerie things
vile and sick things
or revolting and heave-inducing things

wanting fear to take over
allowing ourselves to be unnerved
a freakish desire for jolts to our nervous system

…what is wrong with us or rather, you?

Ominous

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with all we’ve seen this year
where’s the hope that it will get better
dread has crammed itself
into every pocket of our lives
this feeling of more shoes dropping
more devastation landing
on already piles high wreckage

an upcoming worrisome election
more and more people dying
from covid and violence
anger abounds in every major city
disillusionment rampant
four more months to go
i fear 2020 is not done with us yet

Duane L. Herrmann

Impossible

Zarah heard screams, then pounding – silence.  What happened?  Her hands and feet were tied.  The room was dark but she could see shapes.  They did not move.  

“Zarah?”  A voice called.  

Zarah didn’t know who could know she was here.  What should she do?  Was someone coming to rescue her?  Who else could be looking for her?  Her kidnapper knew she was here.  But, if he sent someone to torture her more, she wanted to stay hidden.

Just then a small critter, which she couldn’t see in the dark, ran over her leg. Automatically, she tried to scream, but the gag stopped her, yet her legs jerked without thought.  Her feet hit something solid.  She heard something above her make a sound, something off-balance.  She couldn’t see what it might be.  Would it fall on her?

CRASH!

Metal fell on the cement floor beside her.  A door opened.

~~

Homeless

My mate and I found the perfect location for our new home.  We built to our specifications to meet our needs.  That’s always an exciting time for me.  I love the anticipation of new views and new life.  When our home was completed, I settled in for the birth of our children.  Before they could be born though, a huge, fearful creature intruded and I had to flee for my life and safety.

“I hope they didn’t leave for good,” the man mused as he saw the two robins fly away from the nest they had just built in the bush right outside his window.  Earlier, he had looked closer and saw one of them sitting on the nest.  Had the eggs been laid yet?  He was excited to watch their progress.  Had they flown for good?  He hoped not.

They never returned.

~~

A Fair Trade

“I’ll trade you all of mine for only a portion of yours, a tiny portion,” the middle-aged man said casually to his friend.

“No way in Hell!”  His friend exclaimed.  “I’m sorry, but that kind of trade would do me no good.”

“Sure it would. You would gain a wider experience. You could see from a new perspective.”

“Nope.  I’ll keep my limited experience and narrow perspective.”

“Well, don’t say I didn’t make the offer.

“You offered,” his friend laughed.  “And, I was smart enough to turn it down.”

“How about five minutes?”

“Nope.”

“Five minutes of Hell can be a real eye-opener.”

“Sorry.”

“Look at it from my point of view. I’ll take just five minutes of a childhood feeling loved and cared for. I have no idea what that might be like.”

“I feel for you, but I can’t.  Sorry.”

They parted, unable to bridge that gap.

~~~

Herrmann was surprised to find himself in 1951 on a farm in Kansas.  Still trying to make sense of it, he’s grown fond of grass waving under wind, trees and moonlight.  His work has been published in print and online, even some of both in languages he can’t read.

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