In The Eye

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They were drawn in, unsuspecting,

By tales of glory finally

Being restored,

From a manufactured time of

Old.

Then kept in even when doubting

To go on,

Stuck, as it were, in

The eye of a hate filled

Maelstrom.

Spun, they were,

In webs of lies.

To leave they would

Need to give up

Pretended lives.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Maelstrom in 56 words

 

Unspoken

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Photo: Rosalind Chang on Unsplash

 

It was a thing they would not utter. Ineffable. In their home, at least.

So much that it baffled them to see how others in their own homes — and often without a moment’s hesitation — did.

To them it felt impossible. Dangerous … though they wouldn’t dream admitting fear or conflict.

Those, too, were taboo. As was to contradict.

Their parents’ word was law. Speak “No”, and you would certainly be whipped.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: ineffable in 70 words