C is for Change of Course

Cunning is that chilled Chablis

Clever, corrupting, conniving is she

Conquering a will that’s no longer free

Callous and cold…why can’t he see?

A capacious chalice: his coping way

Captive, controlled by Cabernet’s sway

Consuming, concealing, he concocts his day

Caring, compassion have been led astray

Cursing into Crown Royal and Coke

He’d cry, complain, command when he spoke

Chicanery, calamity became his yoke

Remembering not a thing when he awoke

Courage to change course is but a start

Confronting cowardice, playing it smart

Coping, hoping these cravings depart

Cutting the chains constricting his heart.

Saturday Centus: Scarlett Fever

I am joining Jenny Matlock and gang for her Saturday Centus. Each week we are given a prompt, a phrase in which to design a story or poem around. We are limited to 100 words, not counting the prompt. The prompt is in bold in the story below. Enjoy.

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It was a dark and stormy night within the depths of her very soul; that night she had to say goodbye to Scarlett.  Scarlett was no ordinary friend. Scarlett could work miracles... she could mask pain and make her forget her past. Scarlett could make her feel brave and confident when, in reality, she was frightened and insecure. She was dependant upon her which encouraged Scarlett's increasing selfishness and control.  There could be no friends nor gods before her. Scarlett insinuated herself into every situation and opportunity that came up. She began to hate Scarlett and her dependence upon her. Scarlett was a very toxic friend indeed.  

Flash Friday 55: Forbidden Nectar

Sipping the forbidden nectar...

hoping to counter the pain

approaching the very far edges

of consciousness…


drowning the hurt and the fear

into sweet amnesiac oblivion.


Unfortunately, when arising each morning,

the pain remains, accompanied by remorse and regret.


Maybe today will be the day...

finding and fighting for the way

towards truth and wholeness.


I am participating in Flash Friday 55. This weekly meme is brought to you by G-Man, over at Mr. Know it All. The object is to write a story or prose in exactly 55 words. Come join us and link your 55 in Mr. Know it All's comment section. See you there!

Alphabe-Thursday: The Letter Y

Yonder 'neath the Yellow pine

Sits the Youth with his makeshift shrine.

Young, carefree and full of life?

No, rather his days are filled with strife.

Yearning for a savior to Yank him away

From the Yelling and abuse that comes his way.

Listening to the chorus of Yellowbird's song

Wondering what it was that he did wrong.

Yelping from the pain of his tears

The Youngest decides to face his fears.

So upon the sacrificial altar he sets

His father's gin and his mom's cigarettes.