If Thine Eyes…
Ronnie’s feet tremble twice a day.
A year ago…
Ronnie refuses to listen, to see; to feel.
But God won’t leave him alone.
Some consider relentless harassment of the senses as torture.
God doesn’t care; insists, 24/7.
Knitting needles in his ears make him pass out.
Lye in his eyes hurts like a muthafucka.
Setting himself aflame leaves tender nerve endings.
Three strikes and you’re in.
Ronnie feels safe in the psych ward. God leaves him alone.
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Ronnie is home now. God has mercy on him, visiting only at blue hour. The trembling is comforting. He listens; and feels.
[100 words]
blue hour: Blue Hour is the period just before sunrise and just after sunset when the sky takes on a deep blue hue, offering ideal lighting for photography and atmospheric views.
Note: studying the image, I see what looks like two eyes in the sky and the sun as a mouth.
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Oh… so spooky… that really hurts. Great take, Lisa 👍
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Tragedy made manifest. Thanks for reading, Yasan.
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Indeed 👍 You’re most welcome, Lisa. Enjoy your day! ☺️
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a terrible god, this one. Nicely done, Lisa
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Thank you very much, Neil.
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Methinks if Ronnie stayed on the meds consistently, “God” wouldn’t visit so often.
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James, I tend to agree with you.
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Yoinks! That’s a tale for the season… I’m revelling in Blue Hour right now as October is the time of year my after work dog walk can get the sunset on the hilltops if I’m really quick. Tonight was cold but majestic.
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Thanks, Steve. Having a furry companion along keeps the gloom away I think.
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The thoughts we have and the things we do often defy understanding. Disturbing but excellent psyche piece, Lisa.
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You’re so right, Nancy. I think isolation tends to enhance those “defiant thoughts.” Thanks much.
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Very welcome.
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