Fevered

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They took the temperature

Of the crowd,

And realized they could

Twist skeins of truth into

Great blobs of knotted lies,

Then sell

As remedy

To now a fevered mob,

A distorted gospel

Bloated with melodramatic

Sighs.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Temperature in 37 words

 

Beguiled

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When she returned home

They thought

She had grown into what they had always

Hoped she’d be.

Instead she was

A mistress of

Illusion.

A mouth that spoke,

A smile that held

A hidden mock,

Bewitching their longing

Into the

Nightmare

She had planned

For them to feel

But not

See.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Beguile in 51 words