Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Sweaty palms and trembling thighs Where do I go from here Wasted years and lost souls Why did you leave, my dear
Stuck in this reciting moment Trying to catch my breath Struggling with familiar doubts Longing for my old acquaintance, meth
Broken down at the side of the road Surrounded by fearful hearts Fleeting vainly from yesteryear Motions combined in fits and starts
Slipping farther away With the devil on my back Throwing punches left and right Not making a single crack
Glass boxes and golden cages Prisoner of my own device Neither here nor there What is the ultimate price?