Tootfinder

At the end of the day, I am haunted splinters, trying to hold to the silhouette of a girl who knows how, a girl with clear aspirations and legible scars that fit neatly into all the boxes. At the end of the day, I am a fool, dressing up a raw heart in wild flowers, because bloody things are only acceptable when they're dressed. At the end of the day, I am a poet. #Mastoprompt #microprompt #WSS366

At the end of the day, I am haunted splinters, trying to hold to the silhouette of a girl who knows how, a girl with clear aspirations and legible scars that fit neatly into all the boxes. At the end of the day, I am a fool, dressing up a raw heart in wild flowers, because bloody things are only acceptable when they're dressed. At the end of the day, I am a poet. #Mastoprompt #microprompt #WSS366

My tome has
bloodstains and
tearstains and
ripped up pages.
I treasure the mess. But I also cherish the
abstract glitter doodles I've
left in the borders of my
paper-pressed heart, the
shimmering blue of dream that sometimes
flecks the red ink and corrects it to something
a little softer. It's a
book of contradiction, and
every bit is
true.
Especially the tired unicorns. #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366 ,

My tome has
bloodstains and
tearstains and
ripped up pages.
I treasure the mess. But I also cherish the
abstract glitter doodles I've
left in the borders of my
paper-pressed heart, the
shimmering blue of dream that sometimes
flecks the red ink and corrects it to something
a little softer. It's a
book of contradiction, and
every bit is
true.
Especially the tired unicorns. #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366 ,

The tome's cover shifted whenever I looked at it—a cottage bordered in sunflowers, an underwater city of gleaming coral and abalone, a pair cuddled up in a rocker by a cozy fireplace. I stroked its spine and turned it over to read the jacket, but those words shifted, too, shimmering and abstract, so that I couldn't quite grasp them. But I caught snippets, such alluring snippets! I made myself a cup of tea and turned to the first page. #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366

The tome's cover shifted whenever I looked at it—a cottage bordered in sunflowers, an underwater city of gleaming coral and abalone, a pair cuddled up in a rocker by a cozy fireplace. I stroked its spine and turned it over to read the jacket, but those words shifted, too, shimmering and abstract, so that I couldn't quite grasp them. But I caught snippets, such alluring snippets! I made myself a cup of tea and turned to the first page. #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366

The rosy windows shone as I stood outside the building, hand resting uncertainly on the door. It was a cozy structure—climbing ivy, soft moss, warm brickwork and good, solid timbers. Light shone from within, and I heard muted laughter, the playing of piano, the soft rise and fall of chatter. I could be a part of It seemed like such a nice collective, and the coffee shop sanctuary looked so sublime: I just had to gather myself, and open up the door. #MastoPrompt #Microprompt #WSS366

The rosy windows shone as I stood outside the building, hand resting uncertainly on the door. It was a cozy structure—climbing ivy, soft moss, warm brickwork and good, solid timbers. Light shone from within, and I heard muted laughter, the playing of piano, the soft rise and fall of chatter. I could be a part of It seemed like such a nice collective, and the coffee shop sanctuary looked so sublime: I just had to gather myself, and open up the door. #MastoPrompt #Microprompt #WSS366

The cauldron bubbled aggressively to greet me as I opened the tower door, black and gleaming in the firelight. Beside it, I caught a wisp of white hair, a bent, bony silhouette and took a retreating step back. this was not where I was supposed to be.
"Don't go:"
The voice was harsh, cracking with sharpness as the woman lifted her head and twisted around to look at me: I cowered at the sight of that hooked nose, those dark eyes, but her smile was... kind? 1/
#MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366

The cauldron bubbled aggressively to greet me as I opened the tower door, black and gleaming in the firelight. Beside it, I caught a wisp of white hair, a bent, bony silhouette and took a retreating step back. this was not where I was supposed to be.
"Don't go:"
The voice was harsh, cracking with sharpness as the woman lifted her head and twisted around to look at me: I cowered at the sight of that hooked nose, those dark eyes, but her smile was... kind? 1/
#MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366

Sometimes time is
golden, stretching softly to
capture moments in gentle fingers and
braid them into sweet memory. Sometimes
it softens details as it
passes, a touch here, a
caress there, hazing hardship and
happiness alike. Sometimes it
races, a new puppy with a
beloved toy. Sometimes it
slows, sticky as tar to a
tortuous
eternity. But whether the
clock-face is antagonist or protagonist in the
wind of your life's tale, it
always, always keeps on
ticking. #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366

Sometimes time is
golden, stretching softly to
capture moments in gentle fingers and
braid them into sweet memory. Sometimes
it softens details as it
passes, a touch here, a
caress there, hazing hardship and
happiness alike. Sometimes it
races, a new puppy with a
beloved toy. Sometimes it
slows, sticky as tar to a
tortuous
eternity. But whether the
clock-face is antagonist or protagonist in the
wind of your life's tale, it
always, always keeps on
ticking. #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366