She wanted to bare her essence, her soul
Embracing her truth before setting it free into the world
Cauterizing the cuts those words caused by her clutching them so desperately tight
Releasing them would allow so much healing to enter
Except she just couldn’t do it. She screamed as she hugged them tighter
The idea of giving up her truth and being naked, of needing to find a new truth
She would be an open window, an empty container, a person without value, a woman without …
Seasoning was the key to all great cooking
And he wanted to be known as a Master Chef
Leaving the galley kitchen, he went on deck and breathed in the sea air
That’s when one of the junior officers made a snide remark about breakfast
Yelling obscenities back was probably not a good idea, he realized, as he washed all the dishes
Viewing those things that were not there
It was the bane of her existence
She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see
If only she was better at that than she was. Every time she tried; the figments fled
Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time
NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words
Putting the code on the robot, he expected it to work
As it was only supposed to blink the LED as a proof of concept
It did that, so now to add the code he really wanted to work
Nope, that part dies. Nice try. Now back to the drawing board
She didn’t mean to start another pyramid scheme
Creating a product so cool, she just wanted to allow others to have opportunities
And to grow it quickly, she decided to use subcontractors, who could subcontract from there
Making a company with a pretty nifty product and a pretty crappy way to sell it.
So that’s why one day the whole thing toppled
Notching her knife with a file, Katy smiled
It would make sure the slice would catch right there
Causing her to pause in her butchery
Knowing she wanted to savor Jim’s demise and not make it go by too quickly
So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days
Of course, I hate when that happens
Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends
Reaching a point where the words would not come
You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.
And now a bonus poem/story…
She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did
Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken
Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands
Ready to finally apologize for what she had done
Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead
Somebody should have known better
That would have prevented the switch from coming out
Everyone wanted to run and hide
Run and hope someone else would take the beating
Not that any of them had real hope. One look at her face made that disappear
Can’t figure out which flavor of Daquiri she wanted
Of course there was the Classic Martini, or one of a hundred permutations
Can’t forget the Old Fashioned, but she thought she wanted something newer
Kicking back a Whiskey Sour might put a nice pucker on her lips
Though maybe some bubbles with a Moscow Mule
Ah, or going tropical and hit up a Mai Tai
If not perhaps a Sloe Gin Fizz would hit the nostalgic spot, but not tonight
Leading her to decide on a Rum and Coke since sometimes simple is better
She was sad when her drink disappeared after she misplaced it moments later.
Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape
Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts
Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections
Giving him no chance to respond to her questions
Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders
Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips
Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost
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