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monsoon season

September 21, 2020

PROMPT: Intersection


withering fingers of vines
fight for a grasp on these brick walls. i wake as
the living fall dead. if i could tell the autumn leaves that the picket-fence businessmen will crush them beneath pointed soles,
would i mourn them the same?
they would not hear. this place speaks a language but
i am not enough to understand. talking in
whistle breezes and 
the cries of hundred-year old tree 
falling and spilling memories -
they will put a house there, so i suppose 
we aren't supposed to care. they will
board its windows with wooden slats as monsoons
devour towns whole, gaping jaws, it does not want to hurt us but
there is no conscience to her madness 
and the world rages on,
the lights will fall out of themselves,
we will not look to see
the flowers saying good-bye.
raised and bred by
tender fingers
but the moonlight will be the only one to hold them
as they die.

cruel storms guided by crueler hands:
fallen trees will watch us 
hide from something and wish that they 
could have done the same. 
when daylight's grace returns
their bark will be
warm like flesh and
our skin will be cold.

i took kind of a dramatic spin on this... i honestly had no idea where it was gonna go but!! it turned into something kinda more wild!  i wrote this super fast as well so. it might suck. anyway i hope yall enjoy and i didn't stray too much from the idea of the prompt :))


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  • bellairet

    Ah jeez... absolutely wonderful! I feel like you mix the perfect amount of more "conceptual" ideas with flawless language. For example this: "i wake as
    the living fall dead" followed by "if i could tell the autumn leaves that the picket-fence / businessmen will crush them beneath pointed soles, / would i mourn them the same?"
    Tone of the piece felt really- almost ephemeral? Like lingering and then vanishing. I felt strange late-night autumn vibes from this. Love your work!

    5 months ago
  • Eblinn

    " talking in/ whistle breezes and /the cries of hundred-year old tree /falling and spilling memories -"
    gorgeous piece!

    5 months ago
  • Emi

    I love the eerie feel of this piece! The personification of the trees especially is quite well done.

    5 months ago
  • Paisley Blue

    so beautiful... <3 wow...

    5 months ago
  • Cosmogyral

    i think it's a really good work. if you want to put a hopeful spin to it, monsoons make trade routes easier to predict, since winds will blow south/southeast. i love it.

    5 months ago