Facing Reality

The words were a blur
burnished black barnacles
of truth, breaking
my brittle cocoon.
A few words
austere and plain
sliding from your tongue, scraped
the raw edges of
my shimmering dream, shattering
it into sharp flinty pieces.
My throat was chalk.
I jabbed at my sneakers
with the hard end of my laces.
My fingers
drenched with tears.

This poem was written from two prompts:  Sunday’s Wordle and Adele’s prompt #102.


8 thoughts on “Facing Reality

  1. It’s scary how easily those words come “sliding” off the tongue. Great visual at the end with the jabbing and the tears on fingers. Great job with those wordle words.


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