31 Jul

This my response to the daily prompt: Drawing a blank. 


Roaring winds, angry against the rattling doors

soft white flakes building up throughout the storm

the blizzard rages on. Fierce. Bold. Senseless.

Whistling against windows and screaming in ears,

the unexpected pain at the harshest cold.


At the core of it all a flickering fire,

crackling tongues keeping the inside warm.

Other than that pure silence, not a word

not a sound, not a creak of the old oak floorboard.

Quietly he stands across the room, back turned

looking away fighting back the tears and this was the reality.

Storms don’t make it inside,


the shouting isn’t happening anymore and this is the end.

This is the long forgotten heat.

Unbearable. Humid. Still.


One Response to “Heated”


  1. Daily Prompt: Drawing a Blank | flow of my soul - August 1, 2013

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