Digging my way out of the quicksand that is my mind, I lie vulnerable, spent and exhausted. Taking deep gulps of acrid air, I realize I’m now in a fire pit of regret.
The Trifecta weekend challenge is to write 33 words about exorcising a demon, real or imagined.
Holy cow. What a picture! Perfect match.
Dear GOD that picture! Where do you FIND these things? (That’s rhetorical. I know the answer. The real question I’m asking is what is it about your eye that allows you to draw these images out of places?)
Fantastic! Great photo.
Tara, this is wonderful! I love, love, love the word acrid – and you used it beautifully.
I love the comparison of guilt and quicksand. Perfect.
This touched a nerve… Very true and very well written.
I love how well the imagery flows with your prose. Spectacular work.
This is stark and a bit sad. Well done.
Sometimes the quicksand can be less suffocating than others. Here’s hoping things loosen up for you a bit in 2013. Great response, great picture.
the quicksand that is my mind. What great imagery.
Awesome!And like others,I too loved the visual:-)
I know this vicious circle well. Stunning photo!
It’s a constant struggle indeed! Hopefully you can find a nice solid shore in quick time (:
Tara – what an absolutely stunning photo. That nature had it is something – but the fact that you photographed it is magical! Hugs!
Wow! Your words alone evoke vivid imagery, and your photo makes the piece even more compelling.
This is fabulous! I can relate to the words…and that photo is great :)
That’s one of the best photographs I’ve seen all year. Great work.
Nice piece of driftwood to find in the sand Tara… it worked well with this story.
then the regret turns into second guessing…neverending negative loop