Below the storm
Hypertension-Extension
I hide from it, but that doesn't work.
Where does it come from, where does it lurk?
It follows every cautious breath I take.
This is a great storm, and I'm caught in its wake.
The rain pours like tears down a sacred mountain.
I eagerly wait my turn to drink from its fountain.
Adrenaline charts a course, through every waiting vein.
If it wasn't for the meds, I would surely lose my brain.
I try to relax to lessen the beats per minute.
I'm all in on this one and plan to win it.
In the midst of things, I forget that life is beautiful.
Send the dark far away, it's not immutable.
Calm, collected, pills in sight.
I crushed fate again! I will survive the night!
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Lamar Wiggins
Creative writer in the Northeast US who loves the paranormal, mystery, true crime, horror, humor, fantasy and poetry.
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It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Woah. Another classic. This is far-too-relatable. I am now in the quandry because I have to pick one. Thank you for sharing this as part of the submissions for the book. So bold and frank. Loved it.
Good job with the prompt! :)
Bold, brilliant & beautiful!!!💕💖😊
Very nicely done.
Really very good. Well placed and written with grace.