Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wash/awash.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Bonus points for using both. Enjoy!
once more a haibun the pervasive haze of the blue light glimmers and out of that relentless glow your name flickers a brief flash but that’s all it takes to be transported over and out of my head. a flashback. awash as my own body betrays. I succumb to the smoke spewing dragons obscuring and exchanging my reality present for the trauma past creating chemical imbalances chemicals that burn my psyche and my breath catches in panic, as once more I sink trapped under disorder disorder disorder Let me be! Get out! Let me wash my hands of you! Here it goes again...
What I was listening to while writing:
Unknown credit on the poem’s illustration.