Words etched into my bones, keeping me glued together, fracture when they become cruel and targeted.
Blood like ink, scrubbing them out and starting over again, the creative hub constantly beating and pushing the ideas everywhere they need to be.
Abstract art arranged to try and make sense, everything has a function, even if it’s not beautiful.
Refracting light through altered blue lenses hoping to find a truth.
Every year growing and morphing into the next phase, shapes changing to accommodate fluctuating moods.
Don’t look at my surface, look a little deeper.
What do you see?
As part of the AtoZ challenge I am writing flash fiction of no more than 100 words. Today’s prompt was…
You can catch up with my other entries for this year’s A to Z here.