Dead End(ings)


By the time they get to the bridge,
she’s already been sucker
-punched by a fat, full moon
(a fraud, really: hustler of the horizon,
harlot of borrowed light.)

She stays in the car,
anyway. Her mind
a prison.
Her heart,
a tomb.


Prompted by Toads

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7 Responses to Dead End(ings)

  1. M says:

    De, you are amazing. Thanks for adding your pen. That couplet ending the first stanza is – well, I wish I could write like that ~

  2. Kerry O'Connor says:

    We all wish we could write like this. Such a fine description of the duplicitous moon.

  3. Jim says:

    Cold hearted, already six feet under to us. Nice, De, a person here who we don’t want to have her troubles.

  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Ohhh – sad story, beautifully worded. How I love ‘hustler of the horizon, / harlot of borrowed light’.

  5. Oloriel says:

    ‘harlot of borrowed light’, such an ingenious image. Loved the write, dislike the sadness yet I fathom hope for the protagonist. Hope she drives of into happiness, a porch with margaritas!

  6. ‘harlot of borrowed light’ – Wow!! You nailed this one!

  7. sanaarizvi says:

    My goodness this is soo beautifully worded, De! ❤️

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