With shattered glass and hurried steps, we left our prison. Our heads did not turn back once toward the past we escaped. The endless chores invaded our minds, but not our lives. Blazes overtook the cracked bricks and rose higher than roofs ever reached. Those that did see fires light held their eyes in awe and faded away.


7 comments so far

  1. Sweet Talking Guy.. on

    Phew, this reminds me of an amazing story about prisoners in a cave who could only see their projected image on the wall in front of them from the light of the fire blazing behind them (does anybody have a link to that?). Also, this is almost 55 word fiction length!
    Nicely nicely!

  2. Fledgling Poet on

    Very rich in imagery…lush writing. Thank you for sharing!

  3. Linda Jacobs on

    Smooth prose poem! I like how chores invaded minds but not lives!

  4. Ofira Sephiroth on

    Great use of imagery.

  5. floreta on

    your banana smoothie picture distracts me.. i LOVE smoothies and i’m hungry. πŸ˜€

    i think despite the endless chores there was a sense of freedom.. ‘with shattered glass and hurried steps’.

  6. floreta on

    your smoothie picture is distracting. i love smoothies and i’m hungry πŸ˜€

    i think there’s a sense of freedom in this piece, despite the endless chores. ‘with shattered glass and hurried steps’.

  7. Melanie-bd on

    I liked this very much. Well written and your images are just great.


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