Journal Prompts for Writers

Rudbeckia Triloba is a French-Kiss I give to my secret lover.When together we are in full bloom and our garden has no bounds. Skin on Skin when met feels like a body of water rushing over our deepest desires.Oh, this fire will never blow out… I thought… but it did.

This flame destroyed our blissful garden turning our golden memories into Cichorium Intybus. My lover grew cold.His body frozen into a million starlight crystals, wrapping him into a petal-like blanket.The bed where we once laid became his untimely domain-A Frozen Time CapsuleI tried to break throughI scream knowing this is the endI laugh saying

“How Can I Pretend?”

Our Love lasted as long as the Titanic.

Iced over a bed sheet mantle. Still I cannot break. I do not break.