I see myself sitting poolside, my pool boy in his tiny shorts skimming the cool blue water, and I ring a bell for someone to come bring me another iced tea. It’s so Gatsby. Though I am nowhere near the glitz, and nobody knows my name, don’t underestimate me. I’ll publish five books a year and be a millionaire before I’m done with this life.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: poolside, underestimate, and five.

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I hardly recognize him.

This isn’t the pimply, pockmarked face under greasy hair I remember from high school.

This can’t be the guy who got spitballed and wedgie’d, who was tripped in halls, who had his lunch tray dumped on his lap.

This can’t be that guy, because this guy is glowing.

I see him in the grocery store, pushing a cart with two little kids, smiling brightly like the gold band on his finger.

I go home and look in the mirror and see myself as I am, and I can’t help but wonder how he got everything first.… Read the rest

I’m going to take my name
off the list of the ones waiting
for their person.

I’ve found mine.

The hunt has come to an end,
because this one makes me feel
like a baby bird under a wing, 
like the air we need to breathe.

No wonder he leaves me
breathless and tongue-tied.

When he holds me,
all I want in the world is him.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: list, the hunt, and tongue-tied.

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As they died with a soft smile, the only thing I could feel was triumph.

Then, the truth hit me like a bucket of cold water.

I’d forgotten to ask for the key.

I pulled at my chains, tugged at the huge lock, but couldn’t break free.

I was trapped with their bodies and the vial of poison that had rolled out of my reach.

I spent hours and bled rivers trying to reach it, that green liquid my only escape from a terrible death, but it was too far away.

I watched their bodies rot, and then I did.… Read the rest

It’s over, I say.
Fast forward a few weeks later:
yeah, not quite.
We didn’t break up.
We were just cleaning up
the most recent mess.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: fast forward, not quite, and cleaning up.

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