CCC #72

They hung about her neck
like thick links of leaded chain.
The callused whelps of necessity
having given offshoot
to those of lesser girth
each suckling in kind
from the breast of that
which had gone before
until truth had become
from fabrication and
she no longer remembered where
fantasy broke off and reality began.


This piece of visual poetry is my response to the photo prompt offered this week on Crimson’s Creative Challenge #72

12 thoughts on “Lies

  1. Hey Violet. Long time no hear. I took a four months absence and returned to find that you have decided to do the same. Trust all is well. Can’t wait to start reading you’re always entertaining and enlightening stories again.


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