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It is hard to move wearing this dark, heavy cloak,
wet and sagging, dragging on the ground
amassing debris, leaving a muddy trail behind.
I trip, ripping the seam on a sharp snag;
I tug at the fabric still caught
in the jagged branches, shredding it,
threads running the entire length
of this musty velvet cloak.
I wipe the blood of my hands
and dirt from my brow
and shed this outer layer
and stand.
Here I am:
naked, uncloaked, unburdened.
wet and sagging, dragging on the ground
amassing debris, leaving a muddy trail behind.
I trip, ripping the seam on a sharp snag;
I tug at the fabric still caught
in the jagged branches, shredding it,
threads running the entire length
of this musty velvet cloak.
I wipe the blood of my hands
and dirt from my brow
and shed this outer layer
and stand.
Here I am:
naked, uncloaked, unburdened.
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Holy Moly, it's been a while. Lots of (impossible) catching up to do.
Anyway, this was written for a prompt challenge. Prompt word in question was "uncloak." It took me a while to be inspired.
Anyway, this was written for a prompt challenge. Prompt word in question was "uncloak." It took me a while to be inspired.
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Firstly, THANK YOU to whoever prompted you. It's lovely to read your writing again. I get the heaviness that clings and the wrenching free for a release from the burden. This seems to set the stage for something more. A pause before...