When we were young
I knew a poor girl
who wanted to be rich
so she sang songs
about hating
people with power.
She would take my fingers
and draw imaginary pictures
of beautiful things
that no one could see
except her
She called condoms
condems
as a precaution
against being discovered
to be nothing at all
except in her own imagination
Destined to be unknown
a narcissartist
who vanished
as quick as she came
every time
without a trace.
© AshCheyne 2017
Image – Sorci/Camera Press
Daily Word Prompt Challenge – Trace
This has some very interesting nuances – very subtly worded, which makes for a contemplative reading – with a slight taste of “happy snark” lingering, with oddly but not, wistfulness and longing.
Definitely a very interesting piece here 🙂
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Thank you ! Some of the best pieces I find just come in a bit of a flash. I was asked who it was about – lots of people 😉
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very true – and composites are always a “safe” way to go 😉 – they seem to add up to a “universal” that is, if worded correctly, intimate
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Just do me a favor and keep writing such trnenhact analyses, OK?
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trnenhact ?
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