tell me how these mighty rumors circle and spin.
tell me how
when you’ve got nothing to sell
but your Self,
your sweet light flickers
casting shadows that sliver your middling plot.
tell me how grapevines feed cellphones
through screen shots,
boils that fester,
never lost.
tell me you can’t sleep at night,
that your eyes follow seams
vining across your ceiling
searching for flies about to drop.
tell me how it feels as
one by one your bits of filth fall
and fill these ditches
once
non existent.
bw
undercaws 
ah, I enjoyed this take. The filth part is especially nice, dark images…
Happy New Year!
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kaykuala
one by one your bits of filth fall
and fill these ditches once non existent.
If one is to allow free reign to adverse feelings it might all just overwhelm out of control. Thanks so much Brenda for all of your Sunday Whirl prompts in 2017 which had helped Hank to overcome throes of mental block. Happy New Year to you , Ma’am!
Hank
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Great write Brenda, very probing, but of whom?
I wonder if it might be him…:o]
Have a wonderful 2018!
Anna :o]
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