Monday, January 02, 2023

4160 : Blind woman's curse

(Excerpted from a fictional piece)

I sometimes speak in poetic riddles. They convey so much while still leaving so much for interpretation. 

Every time we approached rough weather between us, I would mumble, "The cities a flood, and our love turns to rust".....and smile a sardonic whistle. You never asked me where that phrase came from.

Today, I can no longer listen to one my all time favorite songs - without you flooding my memory circuits.

This intrusion is what I call as a blind woman's curse. Go figure.

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