I have an allergy to Coca Cola. I never knew this when I was younger, and in those days I wasn’t entirely aware of the adverse health effects of soda. So I used to consume it quite often. A company that I worked for stocked soda, and I used to have some everyday. It caused my skin to break out. Terrible sore unsightly breakouts on my face. I had to wear tons of foundation to try and conceal the redness. The first thing I would do in the morning is touch my face. I wanted to cry. How can I actually be seen with these terrible sores on my skin? One day my BFF caught me drinking soda. What are you doing, she asked? Soda makes you fat. You shouldn’t touch the stuff! I was so slim in those days. And I wanted to stay that way. So I stopped consuming it. And miraculously my face cleared up. I never realized until a few times later, I would have some and a week later was having a huge red bump on my face. Oh no, my heart would drop when I felt it. These were not minor sores, they were massive boil-type bumps that really swell up and were so painful, taking ages to heal. And then I finally realized. Now I stay away from it. And if I don’t, I know what will happen. My skin will reveal my actions. Sometimes, very seldomly I may have some lemonade, it doesn’t have the same effect, though I am conscious of the sugar. Usually I stop at sparkling water. My skin has cleared up. But I still wear foundation every day.
Category daily prompt
Frivolous in 6 Words
Dark Humor
At the edge of
Endless blue oceans of sea
Steps urging me to
Cry out earnestly
Is there anyone to rescue me?
The dimming sun
Looks on humorously
Cooling the land while
Whispering quietly
Day is passed, welcome dark
Footsteps
The song of your voice
Echoed along the sands of time
Your footsteps etched along a lonely shore –
The only reminder that you were once here
Fearless
I will not fear as I go
For I know my Redeemer loves me so
Outside
Outside the window
I look upon
Trees of green
Clouds of sky
Lawns of grass
Cool air
Fresh breath
Other worlds
And freedom
From the chains
That bind me
Mercilessly
To my mind
In response to Daily Prompt: Window
Consequence
I went to a house party on Friday night
On Saturday I steam-cleaned the dirty floor
(because BFF’s house, and she was outside cleaning alcohol remnants and broken glass and birthdays in Sydney, so I made myself useful (doesn’t happen often), and steam cleaned the floor that really needed a steam clean, yay me, and I don’t drink except one glass of wine per month, okay maybe per week LOL).
The Anti-Butterfly
what doesn’t give me butterflies (fiction writing)
when we are intimate
and a week later you put your arm around your wife
in front of me
when you tell me
I should have married my first partner
omitting that you were actually married to her
when we are intimate
and then I am told (after you undressed yourself)
I only wanted coffee
when we are intimate
and then you become a ghost
for days, weeks and months
when we are intimate
and you never once say my name
as if I don’t have one
when you close the door
using some arbitrary lie as an excuse
then open it five days later
when you engage me for work
and forget to say thank you
when I am in time and on budget
when you crawl out the woodwork
with some random conversation
as if you’d never disappeared at all
all these words and deeds and actions
do not give me butterflies in my tummy
but instead, are a knife through my heart
fight or flight?
I choose to fly away from you
back to me
Drops of Rain
How I ache to see the sun
To live my life without a fear
So rain drops keep on falling
Allow the clouds to cry
Their one last tear
In response to Daily Prompt: Drop
Memories
Memories in my mind
Question their being
Beg me to share
The brief moment
They were
Briefly and fleeting
Created with care
And lasted but
A few blinks only
Of the eternal prayer
Poems and Petals 