Red-Eyed Monster

If you hadn’t heard (or read, to be more specific) from me this recent week, it’s because I hadn’t been blogging. Well, no secret there, he he. What is not secret is I got sent home as I was beginning to turn into a red-eyed monster….

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But don’t you worry, that’s nothing violent or controversial, definitely not mutating. Just means I got conjunctivitis, the pink eye, sore eyes. Total bummer, folks, and another level of eeeww-ness whenever I wake up from long sleep. Well, if you ever suffered from pink eye even once in your life, you’d know what I mean.  Getting better, though, 90% there.

Mind you, it’s not just me, but it’s currently “doing the rounds.” I got my “pink” (well, red) ones from the youngest in the house. The older boy got it from him as well, but I got it the worst. Husband’s oh-so-lucky he doesn’t have it. Well, so far.

I have stayed home for the rest of the week. But I, thinking this would be a great time to catch up on my writing, assumed wrong. Had to deal with other matters that got me physically and mentally tired, there’s no time to write. Priorities. Pfft. You grow up then you got priorities. Boo! Down with priorities! So not fair >p

Currently, I am still feeling that tiredness, but I didn’t want to not say hello to my pals here and bloggerize with you a bit. Hope to be 100% back in the next two days. Meanwhile, I’ve got other posts just waiting to be published.

Blog and Roll, guys!!!

“THE BOX”

THE BOX

“What is this box before me?”
I ask with bated breath.
A glimpse of something that I know,
yet do not wish to know.

I draw closer.

Dark and sinister,
the box seems to cry out with malice.
Its edges rough,
texture coarse to touch,
filthy far beyond naked vision.

Still, it captivates me with a force
that betrays my resolve…
I recognize this box all too well.

I have seen and I have touched,
I have opened this box a thousand times
— perhaps, too many times –-
heeding its whispered call:

“I am yours for the taking, Pandora.”

Far greater is the temptation,
far greater is the fall.
And as the box calls my name again,
I succumb once more.

There is no key here, as always,
now I realize, I am the key.

“Welcome to your destruction, Pandora.”

I give in,
and then lose my soul again.

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Art by Fiona Sansom. Rights to this do not belong to me

 

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