Standing in lunar light, hands extended to cloudy, star studded skies, I scream to the heavens. Silhouette me!
This cursed disease. It is a time machine with rusted levers. Disengaging cogs cranking ever more slowly. They will stop far too soon. I cannot leave shadows behind. Dark thoughts of what-ifs and could-have-beens. Family and friends who will only remember the deep hollows of my eyes. The chaffed dry skin pulled tautly across these brittle bones.
They deserve better. I deserve better. Realign your celestial scrim! If there be Ursa Major, then let there be me. A forever galaxy of light.
Originally written for a Flash Fiction challenge/competition I saw — to write a piece of 100 words or less, using the word “silhouette.” Unfortunately, I waited too long and the deadline was past. Assurances to my readers: this is fiction. Photo in public domain at Pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
Universal plea …nicely written! The tone is on the mark.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Love, love, love this! Beautifully written.
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Thank you!
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Fiction though it might be it is beautifully written. For some people in my life this could be any one of their thoughts.
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Thank you for your kind response here.
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🙂
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Love it! “it is a time machine with rusted levers” – ah so true… beautifully written.
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Thank you, Adda! 🙂 We almost had a trip to Iowa planned….but it got nixed. We’ll get there again I’m sure 🙂
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Awesome! 😎😎😎
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thank you!
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