Blown Away

Five years into my illness, 
body  looped into somebody's bad trip
and brain trapped in a Dali landscape,
he brought in the shotgun.

Short barreled,
mahogany handle, two shades lighter
than mother's old sideboard.
"For burglars", he said,

I knew what he wanted.

Later that evening
I coloured my lips red,
buttoned on my best dress,
gussied up hair,
blew a hole through the rooftop instead.

Pris Campbell

Painting: 'Eternal' by Paulette Girle

(Paulette does her images on fabric and
is inspired deeply by color and nature)

Music: Edelweiss


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(You can read about CFIDS, an illness affecting the brain and body
at About ME on this site, if interested.)