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
indistinguishable
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
Thru Violet's Lentz 
I must say you’re my master. This is so intriguingly perfect!
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Wow, so many interpretations layered here. 🙂
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The chain reaction, lies feeding off lies was what came to me for some reason when I saw this photo.
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Yea, I see that. Yet the way you wirit it invites other interpretations. And that is the work of a genius. Okay, we all have our moments, so squeeze that head back to normal dimensions 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Hope well you have used the photo as an inspiration.
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Wow, Violet. This is fantastic.
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Thank you ever so much!
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Bravo!
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Powerful piece, Violet. And this: “callused whelps of necessity”. Excellent.
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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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How are you Violet. I’ve been missing you!
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Hi Violet, I just thought I’d check-in and see how you’re doing. I hope you’re keeping well. Looking forward to reading more from your colourful characters. Stay safe 🙂
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