Redhead

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I am the remnants of a tumultuous society.
I am unaccounted for
and left behind –
a birthmark taken under the knife
and striped from the flesh.
I had a mighty flare for the dramatic
and a haunting ability to appear
right when you least expected it.
My tongue swept acidic threads
that wove together like dollhouse curtains.
I didn’t want you to see
every loathsome action
until that last
s e c o n d
had elapsed
and the world stopped spinning
and you sucked in a deep breath
staring down at the path of my destruction
the auburn hair growing
spilling down the concrete
and seeping into the cracks
to nourish this broken landscape.
I am the remnants of a torn society,
tucked in the waist band
flat against your spine.
I am here, waiting,
patient for my chance
to turn the world into a sea
of red haired slaughter.

© Laura A. Lord, 2015


Thank you to MindLoveMisery for their wordle prompt.

Left Behind

Gold_Chaika_Pocket_Watch_made_in_the_USSRYou have left behind a small bedroom, engulfed by the bulky hospital bed with its folding mattress and steely grey rails.

You have left behind an old red recliner, and I sit in it and remember that the wooden handle no longer works and the deep creak in its rock sounds like the background music to midnight conversations, whispered in the hushed stillness of a sleeping home.

You have left behind a closet full of blue dresses and a red cape, and I never would have known that your favorite color was pink, until you asked for a dress to be buried in and smiled when the rose colored sheath was unfurled from its bag, petals opening in front of a sunset.

You have left a trunk full of love letters and silk scarves and stories I was never old enough to ask you for, so that now I sit and wonder about the woman in the picture, legs propped up on the steps, her skirt sliding up to show off her slender calves.

I have days of work ahead of me, maneuvering the remnants of life from present to memory, and you have left your scent in the sheets, your powder on the bathroom sink, your gold pocket watch on the dresser, and me.

You have left behind me.


This has been a six sentence story. You can find out more about them and this week’s prompt, here.