Spiritual Crisis

Writing kept me sharp
Tempers my dull mind
But this is not the type of note
That makes me feel alive

Deepfake Tribulation

Whiskey-shooting away professional tormenting failure, The Plaintiff, slipped fumbling sideways off a sky-high cliff.  Your Honor, his fractured ego denied having been pushed!  As if privacy exists in our defamatory deepfake world.  Consequently, it took many arduous years of gradual rehabilitation before self-loathing dried and creative fire reemerged furiously brighter than The Defendants’ life-threatening malice.   

 *Fiction in 55 words = #flash55

Dawn

I see her smile in my dreams
Making up lost time
She whispers that she’ll never leave
‘Til dawn wakes up my mind

I wonder where this vision goes
And rather close both eyes
For another glimpse of heaven
Which seems fleeting like our lives