The quickening pollen

yellow pollen on water

As spring pollen clogs rivers and streams,
Floating on hot, thick air,
So too your vicious secrets
Choke the life from me,
Clinging to the heart on my sleeve,
Gritty and bitter, souring our love.
As much as I try to brush it away,
It finds every open wound in my devotion,
Seeping into cracks and fissures
Worrying old doubts and insecurities
Until I cannot breathe,
Cannot blink away my cruel tears,
Cannot clear my mind of treacherous thoughts.
One small fleck of suspicion
Builds on another
Until the avalanche of distrust
Buries me under a blanket of insignificant
Misunderstandings.

The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is “Vicious”

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

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