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Prompt 10: Metamorphosis

26 Aug

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Prompt 10: Metamorphosis

Would you believe me if I told you last night I went to bed and woke up a pile of dust? Well I did- I can prove it, I’ll tell you exactly how it happened. Last night my family had a big argument and I wished that I could ‘go unnoticed’ thinking maybe then I wouldn’t be the target of such negativity- Now that I think of it, boy I must have been so through with them. I didn’t even leave. It’s not like someone chained me there, but I somehow for some reason felt obligated. Obligated to stay. Forever. The next morning I woke I was under the bed, merely a pile of dust. Everyone was weeping. I head them say they had set up posts all around town and filed a missing persons report. Silly really. This is the first time they even showed that they cared.

My mom keeps putting my mail on the bed like I’ll magically reappear when everyone knows I won’t. The baby keeps playing in front of my bed- It’s like she’s the only one who can see me. I can too, through the mirror adjacent to the bed it is the only place that even remotely makes me feel like all those nights ago ever happened. Eventually I will be in all the mirrors. Every where- You didn’t think I had just stayed in the same place, did you?

I went on a cruise to Tahiti, while blowing through romantic France. I’ve met the sands of the great Sahara desert, and have even seen the hustle and bustle of Japan. Tired of being home? Step outside. Make a wish. It’ll be fun. Maybe until you like me realize, you have everywhere to move but on.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Dream

19 Aug

Dream

 

I’ve been having euphoric dreams of bubbly clear ponds an d lush fields of green

and I saw a pretty boy singing with a mandolin-

he was sharing a song with a ripe colorful smuggish grin

 

when I walked and set foot into the pond I noticed dozens of shimmering fish,

casting light like mother of pearl and so I made a wish

 

I’d tell you what it was but that would defeat the purpose so…

I’ve locked this dream away in my closet and made a friend of the beau

 

I’ve made it my home I return to every night

to wash away the burden of my life of black and white

 

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Prompt 6: Personification

19 Aug

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/prompt-6-personification/

Prompt 6: Personification

Dear Tom,

You turned me on again

Yesterday night

As quickly as you did

You forgot

Rushing to your desk

feverishly working

swallowing back your bourbon

I wonder if

it was as not to recognize me?

Svelte beauty

Golden Bronze

You dressed me

In a resplendent shade-

you were astonished

only minutes after to turn me off

leaving me in the dark.

I quit this game of redundancy

I swear sometimes you WANT

me to burst my bulb-

Well if it helps you pay the bills …

Regrettably Yours,

Lamp

Rainbow Strap Guitar

16 Aug

Charcoal Girl by Kyanna Kitt

Rainbow Strap Guitar: A Flash Fiction

Pebbles and rocks crunched beneath Kyra’s feet. She was walking a tiny path into the woods- Just enough so that she would meet her floating seat on the “Great Old Tree” she found when she was younger- Her companion on her back. As she sat she looked around the clubhouse that was the woods, listening to the birds chirp and squirrels playing and looking for acorns. This music roused her senses and motivated her to make her own. She slid her rainbow strap guitar around the curves of her own body and began to play.

Listening to the tight sound the strings made as she slid her fingers to make new chords- The scratching of her fingers to the strings as she made beautiful arpeggios of them. She sat slowly swinging, slightly reclining only bringing her feet up barely enough so she could see them past her lilac ruffled skirt. She began humming as she went back and forth between Am7[5X555X] and D9 [X5455X] them Bm7[7X777X] and E9[X7677X] respectively Bossa Nova style. She felt the warmth of the sun dancing on her brown skin thinking that maybe it was for the music that it did. She giggled at the thought. This instrument had changed her in more ways than she knew. Her depression, her inability to verbalize how she felt, the struggle, the hurt all melted the day they had met. She could easily say it was the happiest day of her life-

As the swing stopped she sighed noticing her friends had all gone for the night and she hurried back on the path on which she had came.

It’s amazing how beautiful the most simple of things are,” she said making her way through the woods.

Until next time,” she whispered as she looked out from the place she resided.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Prompt 2: Fear

15 Aug

Prompt 2: Fear

Rolling around some pitch dark room at night, I shifted my head to catch the coolness of the pillow beneath the thick heat under my chin. I was sleeping with my eyes wide open. This frightened me. It had never happened before. Not to me. The room, I felt had only one wall housing me. The other three nonexistent both virtually and physically. Walls. They act as my womb, my shield, my fortress. My shelter. My defenses were minimal. Just a thick blue paisley quilt sheltered me- Not that you could see it, but I did feel it. Just as I felt another presence looming amidst the black mass that was my room. My true room, the one that only is when I myself lay dormant. The one my soul rests in.

The true place in our parallel sister dimension. The darkness that was our true abode. Unconsciousness. Unforgiving- Unwillingness to reside peacefully within ourselves. Pessimists, those wicked demons, menacingly approaching around me like ominous gales forcing themselves through the open window that was my room. What was I to do? Their dark chakras were holding me there. I was petrified. If only my guard-

My guardian,” I thought aloud.

I thought all I have to do is – My lips pressed shut so that I couldn’t even murmur. I was voiceless- Merely a lifeless artifact there in that dark place and yet they had heard everything. My eyes now opened and widened with fear. Suddenly, the one thing that protected me was ripped from my body. The cold air washing over the dampness of my skin. That large blanket wasn’t thrown- No… It was floating! It appeared to me- It was the only thing I could see, and that demon put it on- Like a cloak. He stole my only hope. My body now shuddering, I held myself. He was floating now directly over top of me. As quickly as he had appeared he vanished, tossing the blanket back over my head almost mockingly.

That night I met a true terror I wish to never encounter again. One word of advice I can give is, if you find yourself enveloped in darkness, to truly hide….Don’t forget your head! I’m still not sure whether it was the uncertainty of the darkness or the creatures that dwell within it that scared me more, but I know that I’m not a skeptic. Never anymore.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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