Chaos confronts you
And loads its
Own dark weapons
At the crazy times there is an alchemical process transmuting what other people miss into something interesting. I don’t always hit it but I have to keep up attempts to inspire myself to work.
My original idea for yesterday’s prompt anticipation was the dread I felt knowing someone felt difficulties carrying on.
Father’s speech faltered
The wait bore down on his throat
Crushing his vowels
I just hope to hold on to my creative processes for a while yet.