#word exercise

I shouldn’t.

Haven’t thought about you in a while since “The Incident” that finally pushed me from pushover to over the edge. You know what you did. Except…

You probably don’t. I mean, that would require you to think outside your bubble, about someone else. That someone else being beyond an amusement when convenient.

You don’t do that.

It’s not to say you aren’t without your appeal. The best monsters are, lest their claws find no purchase in the heartstrings of their prey.

Smart, charming, debonair.

Broken, splintered, thirsty.

All of it or none at all.

That was your muchness, until it was simply too much.

For me, anyway.

The one piece that lay certain in the rubble at my feet is knowing that this stupidity is not reciprocated by you.

I take my bitter pills with a glass of whiskey, it helps with the metallic after-taste that stains the mouth. They’re dime a dozen, my healthcare keeps them cheap. When I was first diagnosed that had been my biggest fear, my second was the names. Some people just like to add insults to your injuries - even if the injuries are on the inside.

I swallow a pill and unfold my newspaper - the bar is mostly empty at this hour and the television is on some sports game. I’m roused from my reading at the drop of a hat, the young woman across from me has tipped over her table trying to get up. I jump up myself offering her an arm and a leg to pull herself to her feet. She smiles and begs my apologies, she is having trouble with her boyfriend and somehow that made her clumsy. I offer her hat, “I’m all ears.”

He took a small step, jumping up to see me off. It is a little off-putting the way he grabbed my hand with both of his and shook it tightly. At least it was over, that sick sinking feeling you get when someone goes over your head to cause you problems.

I stepped from the office, the dissent still rattling around in my skull. Co-workers look at me with horror - the spectacle going through their heads, the way they crowd the space around me waiting to hear the bad news. “I’ve been promoted.”

This week I'll be doing leapfrogging - picking a word, then continuing that word to form new words.

Sound - Wave. Wave - Form. Form - Able. Able - Body. Body - Image.

This week’s exercises were word pools by sound, but warp fucked me up. Anyway... Find me on wordpress or support me on patreon.

Word of the Day - Warp. Water. Wear. Watch. Waist. Witch. Ore. War. Waif. Corpse.

This week’s exercise of choice is word pools by sound. Find me on wordpress or support me on patreon.

Word of the Day - Scene. Seen. Saw. Sore. Sow. Sewn. Sign. Sigh. Sip. Sin.

This week’s exercise of choice is word pools by sound. Find me on wordpress or support me on patreon.

Word of the Day - Shoe. Show, Should, Shroud, Shudder, Shock. Shove, Shame, Shake, Shatter.

Word of the Day - Mercurial. Mercy, Ephemeral, Emergent, Murder, Mercenary, Cured, Queued, Real, Merchant.

There is a mercy to the mercurial nature of life. The mercenary way we live queued for precious moments, hoping the next event or product will cure the monotone. Real moments seem so few and far between out here, where dreams are murdered by the cold of reality. Happiness isn’t a commodity bought or sold by a merchant, it is a philosophy - emergent from a sea of darkness, finding beauty in the bleak and abstract world we live in. Just because life is short, finite and bloody does not mean there is no beauty, no hope, no happiness to be found. That is the mercy of life’s mercurial nature - it is erratic and therefore there is always the chance lead will turn to gold.