Speak No Evil Ten Word Challenge
Exuberant emotions abound as I pack siutcases...
Suddenly, the sonorous of my phone and doorbell sings.
Posh police stand outside with opulent badges.
Father? Suicide? I disengage into a desultory demise.
Tears truck down my cracked city cheeks.
Halcyon hallucinations haunt my deplorable grief.
Some cloaked in cynical attitude give me no sympathy.
My creeping crepuscular shadows lust to become dust.
I'm jealous of moon, for I feel in a penumbra prison.
Stalemate soul with visceral venom I cry for Father!
January 31st 2016
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016