I awaken from a dream
to a crime scene:
bodies outlined in chalk,
questioning the witnessing walls
about what they’d seen.
But all leads disappear into the
sun’s nook–shapes from a childhood
coloring book. I’m left with crinkled covers
clues, memories pinned on a headboard,
tummy truths, and a rabid animal on my chest,
but I can’t recall the rest.
Blood splatter memories are brief,
and the white mountainside of the pillow
against clenched teeth–
a dental record sealed beneath.
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Featured Artwork: “Waking Nightmare” Ashley Haigh
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
🤣 The dentist did it! Extract yourself, quickly!
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Are you sure? Never trust the tooth fairy. 😂
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LOL!
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Wow! Love it! And I’m not into crime fiction, as a rule. So tight and punchy and… spooky.
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Beautifully penned 🥰
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Ty. Was a real-eye opener of a morning.
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Wow, that’s cool
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great imagery and pic:manic and menacing: what did you have in your nightcap before you hit the sack ? 🙂
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Thank you, John. I think, but enough gin. Then there was deciphering the early hour scrawls.
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gin always helps: I’m becoming a bit of an aficionado 🙂
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Well, the say it takes 10,000 hours of doing something to become a master. 😂Cheers to that.
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oh dear; I don’t think I’d survive that — or my bank account 🙂
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Or the liver..😂
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You always create the most wondrous imagery, K. “and the white mountainside of the pillow against clenched teeth,
a dental record sealed beneath.” Seriously, that’s epic.
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I like that line “questioning the witnessing walls for what they’ve seen”
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