This post is a response to the weekly writing challenge from Trifecta. Not only is this a challenge, it’s a competition. One that comes with the rewards of triumph, increased feelings of self satisfaction and having your wondrous words featured on Trifecta. Join in and be judged, you know you have the words to kick some literary bootay.
I haven’t Trifecta’ed in a while. In part because I’m an editor now and can’t be judged on my work, but can be judged for it. The larger part that I lack the ability to muster come the days of gray and rainy and this year ain’t going to be the exception to the rule. It may well be the gold standard the rule will now go by. Anyway, it ain’t much, but it’s all I got.
Crisp candy shell, brittle and bright. Tiptoe tread on the razor’s blunted edge. Blurred mind keeps my bones from breaking, so shallow and hollow between. I shake the globe to watch it spin.