and a gift for doubletalk and not losing the thread.
I don't do that stuff.
I'd rather not (again.)
I'd rather die.
I'm the talking dead.
Then, your eyes.
Your hand.
My carefully crafted alibi gone,
turned to sand.
______
for quadrille #45.
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Love the pic of Paul and Jane Asher. Nope, I can't go for that, no, no can do. I can relate to the talking dead at one point in my life and all those alibis going down the drain.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of someone with their eyes turning a rock-solid alibi to sand.
ReplyDeleteSo hot. And so true.
ReplyDeleteEven with the best/worst intentions... it only takes a glance
ReplyDeleteErosion, weathering, heat and pressure.
ReplyDeleteThey all lead to rock transformation. Maybe a little
more heat and pressure in this case. One look.
One touch. And its easy to forget a lot of things
we said we would never do. Again.
Even the strongest of things we create can crumble....under pressure or temptation.
ReplyDeletei like what you did with the prompt. rocked it. (again)
ReplyDeleteI love the cadence of this, and the voice within.
ReplyDeleteAww... so familiar, so poignant.
ReplyDeleteThe ending, the turning to sand. Perfect.
ReplyDeleteLife is so like this. Alibi's never worked for me, anyway. Love the way you twisted this one up, Shay.
ReplyDeleteAlibis shrouded in lies turn to smoke. They always do. And people always forget.
ReplyDeleteYes! ♥
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