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Your cold hard grip scrapes my skin. 

Squirming, your jagged edges wound me.

You are ruthless and unforgiving,

You demand submission.

I comply,

desperate for it to be quick,

praying for it to end,

hoping for one cut too many

and I can bleed into darkness.

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Flash Friday FIctioneers is brought to you by Madison Woods.  Her story and links to the many other fictioneers can be found here.

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People swore you could still hear the screams, even after several levels of government poured money into the restoration project.  But the tunnels restoration and beautification could not make-over the memories and nightmares.  Local residents simply avoided using it.  Even newcomers stopped after hearing of “the incident”.

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Flash Friday FIctioneers is brought to you by Madison Woods.  Her story and links to the many other fictioneers can be found here.

You watch me

as I dance

brushing you gently with my long limbs

you watch with careless regard

your cool touch brushes my edges

but you never stop

to ask my name

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Flash Friday FIctioneers is brought to you by Madison Woods.  Her story and links to the many other fictioneers can be found here.

I am discarded, neglected, rejected.  Ignored. Though I have lived a full life.  I have been useful, functional, fun. Valuable. I lived to be helpful.

But the truth? I am no longer an asset.

Once, I believed there was beauty in truth. But really, in truth there is no beauty.

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Flash Friday FIctioneers is brought to you by Madison Woods.  Her story and links to the many other fictioneers can be found here.

You trap me in your headlights.  One side of me revealed.

You observe my stark, pale form.

To you, I am a bright vision in the dusk.

A vivid apparition.

See what you want.

Walk towards the light.

I will lead you into darkness.

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Today’s post is part of Flash Friday Fictioneers.  The photo prompt is courtesy of Madison Woods Her story can be found here, along with links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers.  As keeping in tune with my blog, I limited my story to 50 words. Enjoy.

You’ll do anything they say, won’t you.  Anything for attention. But being an extrovert doesn’t make you original.  You are nothing but a follower.  Still, you charmed them all didn’t you?  Well, not me. Oh don’t look so surprised.  You know my type.

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Today’s post is part of Flash Friday Fictioneers.  The photo prompt is courtesy of Madison Woods.  Her story can be found here, along with links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers.  As keeping in tune with my blog, I limited my story to 50 words. Enjoy.

My veil of secrecy protects me like a leafless vine in winter.  The conspiracy of silence is almost deafening.  I lean against the wounds piled up between us, hoping for protection, hoping to hide.

I breathe quietly, waiting for you to arrive like Jack Nicholson.

Honey, I’m home.

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Flash Friday FIctioneers is brought to you by Madison Woods.  Her story and links to the many other fictioneers can be found here.

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