Mother hysteria: The curious case of the caught nipple
Reini’s evening started something like this:
His one and only son called him at work and announced, “There’s been an accident… In the kitchen… With the mixing machine… And Mum…”
I should probably admit to you, at this…
Hiding within
Afraid to look out
Fearful of thy tongue
Scared to speak
Wronged of all doing
Fingers point at me
Always the first suspect
Why bother trying to explain
I have already been hung
One pebble in the sand
Trying to fight for everyone
No title on my shirt
Am I without a brain
Cold and non caring
Are whom I find that stand
With hands held out
Waiting for all you have
Some days I want to die
And I ask myself why bother
I can never win the game
I am but a pebble in the sand
One lonely grain among others
I look like him or her over there
I do not stand out
I don’t have much fight left
Please leave us alone
Let life carry us through
What have we ever done
To make your eyes so cold
Have we met somewhere before
Do you know me from my past
Please let us who are different
Take stand and be noticed
Let us show our tears
Let us show our fears
Let us feel love as you do
Let us.
Terry Shepherd
02/22/2013
FWF; Free Write Friday; Lyric Prompt
“Oh yea, they say ‘life goes on’ long after the thrill of living is gone.”
Daily Prompt; Seconds / The Daily Post
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Once upon a time in the land of every day living a woman looked out her window. A car had pulled up…
too funny
Reini’s evening started something like this:
His one and only son called him at work and announced, “There’s been an accident… In the kitchen… With the mixing machine… And Mum…”
I should probably admit to you, at this point, that we have recently been playing rather a lot of Cluedo.
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I’ve just risen out of a calming bath (despite at least two children being in the room at any one time, babbling) and looking down at my naked body I can see a few tell-tale signs of the week gone by.
For instance, my lower right leg champions five, yes five, bruises. All attained crawling through tunnels and up and down ladders at Sensapolis (I am still completing my challenges ) on Sunday. There are probably a fair few lumps and bumps on my head too because if I wasn’t bashing my right leg then I was beating my…
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