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Flash Fiction, Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

Behind the Blue Pane (in Two Parts)

Tina Stewart Brakebill

I haven’t felt much like writing the last few days. Too much … too much sadness and badness and hopelessness. No doubt that’s why when I WAS inspired to write today, it’s a bit dark. Doubly dark. So it’s a two for one today: flash fiction AND a haiku.

PART ONE: FLASH FICTION 

It had always bugged me. That door. It wasn’t in the center! And that blue pane. It wasn’t in the center of the door! Day after day I passed by. Trying not to let it eat at my brain. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. Mother had told me (over and over and over again) that I was being obsessive. Then she’d nag me about my pills. I didn’t think she needed to know. I was on strike. No more pills for me. They made me docile. But without them, I could march up to that door. And demand to know! But now I stare at that blue pane from the other side. Hunger gnawing at my brain. And I wonder. Was it ever really off center? Or was it me?

PART TWO: HAIKU

words strike the blue pane

hunger gnawing at my brain

opening the void  

131 words FLASH FICTION written for FFfAW 

Photo Credit to Jade M. Wong

Further inspiration from  FOWC

And with RonovanWrites

 

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Fleeing the Vortex

Tina Stewart Brakebill

falling water swirls

her mind follows its heartbeat

she flees the vortex

timelapse photo of trees with background of star

I think of this haiku as a companion to the flash fiction piece I wrote for The Drabble. It’s only 97 words so check it out here if you haven’t read it. #foreveryes

Neither of these pieces is meant to suggest or advocate suicide. It wasn’t until someone asked me if “she” killed herself that I realized how easy it is to have that interpretation.  To me, both this and #foreveryes are about taking back your power. Turning away from those attempting to control your choices. Claiming Your Life.

But as I reread them I see my anger and sadness and fury and frustration. And I shouldn’t be surprised. So often these days, I find myself feeling overwhelmed by it all. Choking. As if I’m being force-fed a steady diet of misogyny and racism and hate. And every time I try to use my words to go directly at the issues, I get bogged down. But … clearly my emotions are peeking through. And that, I think, is a good thing. Anything that pushes it out so it doesn’t choke me is a step forward!

Anything that helps put this into the trash heep of disgusting ideas! yr-e7133-2-2018halloween-1537481127

 

 

 

So … “Nolite te bastardes carborundorum”

#IBelieveSurvivors

#WhyIDidn’tReport

Thanks for the prompt!