Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
the chatterbox who pretends
to be your friend
but then spills all your secrets
scarier than a hairy crow
creating a miserable atmosphere
holding what she knows
like a sword
hanging by a thread
over your head
hiding in your attic
hearing voices in radio static
sifting through the dust in the bag
after you've finished vacuuming
like a strawberry left on the vine
your essence shrivels with time
trapped in the rectangle confines
of the room where you rest restlessly
the secrets you always kept hidden
fell from your lips unbidden
when you thought a sympathetic friend was near
alas, you failed the test
to keep the truth close to your breast
gossips who pretend to be friends
are only too happy to recount your unrest
keep the truth to yourself
your elves high up on the shelf
your skeletons hidden safely away
resist the temptation to unburden
or you'll become a sensation for certain
even if you never wanted it to be that way
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~
Image by Phillip Smith from Pixabay
Ornery Owl sez: "you can't see me. I'm hidden here in my tree!"
Free use image by Clkr Free Vector Images on Pixabay
Hangry Wyrm sez: "You can always confide in me, Ornery. Especially over a meal. Or a snack. You know I'd much rather be eating than gossiping!"
notes and prompts used
Today's prompt asks participants to write a scary poem.
While they may not be a physical threat, few things are more threatening to one's mental well-being than a so-called friend with loose lips who coerces you into divulging classified info about yourself and then spreads the ticklish truth everywhere.
Prompt word: Chatterbox
Word List
This poem is dedicated to the frenemies who crawled out of the woodwork and wormed their way into my brain after I published my first ill-advised book in 2007. The book has been out of print for years and I'm not about to reveal the title or call attention to it in any way. It's best left on the dust heap of history.
I made a lot of mistakes with this misadventure, and one of the worst mistakes was allowing certain people into my life. I was so desperate for friendship that I invited anyone who said they wanted to be my friend into my life. I almost stopped writing for good and these people solidified a very difficult truth for me.
Here is the haunting ambient soundtrack from Red Dead Redemption 2.
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Here's some more Red Dead Redemption soundtrack while I format my November Beginnings and Catastrophic Disaster documents.
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