Writing Fairytales in the Far Too Real
The sun is blind and the moon sings arias to my curtains. I wish I knew where I crawled through the mirror, but exits can knife when reasons don’t matter. Pandemic visions worry my madness until the voices in my head reach the noise of my tongue. Isolation, the grit of must, gives me too many hours to pimp introvert to extroverts who hate spending time listening when they are hungry to speak. Does anything make sense when half the population is brave enough to nest while the other half insist on their right to roam. I’m here in the where I should be. I’m a sister to Alice and a cousin to White Rabbit…. Time is too much in the fear of too little. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 #napowritmo2020 Day 3 Real Toads ~ April 2020 ~ Day 3