I Hate the Disease, Not the Man

You did it again

Made me feel

Less than three inches tall

Your allegations

Your venomous words

Only caught you back in the same old lie

You promised

You said so

But it was all empty words again

I fell for it

I was suckered again

And you still got your vodka for the night

But in the end

The lies too much

Drove me away and you to death

The empty bottle

Lays by the bed

As the mortician removed your body


Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) – allegation

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Breathless

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The magnitude of what lies before me

It takes my breath away

So much at stake

So much to do

And all the while

The world keeps spinning

Not slowing down at all

I’m overwhelmed and under attack

Bit by bit eating away my hope

I get outside of the here and now

And worry begins to take over

For now all I can do is try to rest

And start over again tomorrow


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – magnitude

At Rope’s End

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“Are you really feeling that way?  Like you might snap at the next customer?”

“Yes, I am so sick of Covid and their insistence that they are fine without a mask or the fact most of them don’t know how to wear them right.  Then they ask me to wipe down the register… if they were really that concerned about it, they would wear their damn masks.”

“Listen, don’t jeopardize your job over a bunch of idiots.  Just keep wearing your mask and staying as far away as you can.  This can’t last forever.”

“It feels like it already has.”


(100 words)

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – jeopardize