poetry · prose

Rotter

Monday, May 21, 2018. Daily Brit Wit.

Rotter: 

Noun, informal, dated, chiefly British 

A mean, cruel, or unkind person.

 

“Laughter circles us

like leaves

dancing

on the joyous breeze.

Love haunts us

enough

to fear sleep

and dread

being awake–

shaking like an addict

so true

I am addicted

to you

and life–

will the grey ever lift?

Light snuffs out

suddenly

heat a faint memory

of a time

when your arms

wrapped me tight

and I wasn’t terrified

petrified

of being alone.

No worries

aside

of a book’s

happily ever after

and all the rotters

getting

their justice.

Is it that easy?

I don’t know

I hope

but I

do

not

know.”

 

© The Loyal Brit Wit, 2018

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6 thoughts on “Rotter

  1. A beautifully sad , nostalgic , longing musing. You pulled me right in , K . You have a way of provoking deep emotions through your expression of your own.


    No worries

    aside

    of a book’s

    happily ever after

    and all the rotters

    getting

    their justice.”

    Spoke, nay, yelled to me very loudly this part.
    💕💕💕💕💕💕

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    1. It was rather nostalgic, wasn’t it? When the emotions come across just so and I make others feel them even just a fraction of what I did (let alone anything nearer than that) is a wondrous feeling. words can’t describe it. Many humblest thanks to you today my friend! 💜💜💜

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