Akakios gagged at the stench of rotting flesh and feces that permeated his very being. He crawled desperately in an attempt to reach the food package at the other side of the cage…
…too late. His insides rumbled like a quake of the Earth. How many days, he wondered, had it been since he had fed? Since he had eaten? He flopped his wings heavily just once in an attempt to shake off the grime from the following week. Tomorrow would be bath day… he was almost sure of it. At least that was something to look forward to.
Inspired by the phrase “… and then it was gone”… write! Post below with a link if you wish to share, I’d love to hear your voice.
I don’t mind what kind of writing, how long or anything like that. No guidelines, no nothing– just inspiration and words. I love these too much to not do them daily so that’s what I’ll be doing. I hope they are as therapeutic to you as they are for me.
Enjoy and happy writing!
Here’s a piece of my own:
I came to you… skeptical and hidden.
A bird with reservations and expectations in mind–
Wings spread and threatening to fly.
Fear dictated my every move shapeshifting strings and wood out of me–
All that was left, only puppetry–
as my eyes tore away from the that which lay ahead–
Tangled and dangling head thrust side to side trying to see ahead then behind
Mind stuck in reverse eyes to the sky–
Everything visible but present time.
Forward and backwards, backwards and forward I limped my way awkwardly toward the light
Until I reached the end
I stood at the edge of my journey– untangled, looking back at that which I could now see–
And then it was gone…