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Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

Blame
by Kyra Starr

Fluorescent lights illuminate
my pallid translucent flesh
fingers raw from written walls
clawing to pause my descent

but I crave the ultraviolet luster
the echo of my leaden steps
each ragged breath I inhale
of your damp, decaying scent

In your atrocity you complete me
Their grisly horror, our symphony
We perform the role society cast
wearing vibrant costumes but no mask

I heard the warning, the foreshadowing
Your presentiment, a testament
But I’m infatuated, infected
and I cannot trust myself to stop

Yet trembling I hesitate
steadying myself on the banister
feeling the chill of cracked plastic
A second thought forgotten

I take the blame.

Fiction © Copyright Kyra Starr
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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