Saturday, February 11, 2017

#SaturdayWordplay 17 - Miasma



No matter how far you go, you can't get away from yourself.

After being shot with a .45, I traveled to the far end of the world and yet the noxious miasma of resentment made my lungs burn.

No matter how loudly you bare out the truth, you can't make the other person believe you. 

I tried to tell my aunt, in cries and yelps, that her husband had sodomized me. When she didn't believe me, I waited for my chance. 

At least now, as we lie naked, a bullet in our heads, she will know who the perpetrator is. 

©AditiKaushiva2017


#SaturdayWordplay is all about challenging myself (and my muse). Each week, I will select a word prompt and create something with the words, prose or poetry. Do join me in this and let's inspire each other to write regularly and write better. 

Feel free to join me in using this week's word prompt 'miasma' and leave a link of your post in the comments section. You can see my previous efforts at #SaturdayWordplay here

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