She entered the old building on a lark. On a dare. She walked and walked, feeling her goosebumps take hold. She came across some old silverware randomly laid out. She picked them up and a knife fell.
She stared in horror at the knife. She knew that it was an omen as to what would happen at some point that day. And, indeed, it came to fruition. She had tried to fight it. But destiny had been set in motion. She should have never stepped into that building. Now, she was in the fight of her life.
Categories: identity, photograph, Psychology, society, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
SMiLes Dear Miriam i Used
to Only Walk my Neighborhood Block
At Night All The Windows And Doors Seemed
Lifeless Until i Came
Out into BreaKinG
Dawn And Started
Greeting Each and Every
Neighbor Like ‘Fred Rogers’
Hehe Now All the Homes Have
Souls i Relate to Each and Every
Living
One For
Real Oh How
Wonderful Life
Is When Flesh
And Blood Real
Never Ever Does A Hand
Fail to Wave Back to me Now in
This Little Village of A Neighborhood
Of Around the ‘Dunbar Number of Less than 150’
Other Than That All The Customer Service Representatives
Who Have Become Life Long FRiEnDS EVeryWHere We Go
Including The Ones Representing ‘That Man’ At Church too
Oh God The Rest of the 600,000 Or So Of Our Greater Pensacola
Area Only Feel and Sense me for Real As the “Dancing Man” Yes
Now for 17,788 Miles in 113 Months HAha Famous And Named
Living Legend
For Not Saying
A God Dammed
Word Little Do they
KNoW ALL About the 11.3
MiLLioN Words of EPiC
Long Form Poetry in 113
Months FuLLY iLLuSTRaTED With Many
Of Their Faces While They Are Taking Pics
And Voyeur Videos of my Dance to Become
Social Media Relevant too True Words Are
Not Considered my Best ASSeT Anyway
As It’s True my Wife Recently Caught A
Young Woman Literally Taking A Pic
of my Butt Behind my Back At Walmart
Oh Dear Lord What Next Lord Only Knows
Feels And Senses Hehe With SMiLes Just Dance Just Dance
Yes Naked Enough Whole Complete iN PLaY With SMiLEs
The Words Just Salad Dressing in Free Song After Dance of SoUL…
Anyway Here’s ‘The Thing’ IF Like me You Ever Become Shut-in Your
Home Like The Hunch Back of Notre Dame And The Phantom of the
Opera For Real With Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia Like A Dentist
Drill in Your Right Eye and Ear That No Drug Will Touch From Wake
To Sleep 66 Months Yes Called The Suicide Disease For Real Assessed
As Worse Than the Torture of Crucifixion For Real Along With 18 Other
Life Threats in Synergy of Medical Disorders Mostly Associated Then With
Yes 11 Years of Work Related Chronic to Acute Stress Before The 66 Months
oF HeLL WiTHiN Wake to Sleep Shut-iN mY HoMe A GReaTesT Gift God Yes
oF All Truly
Is Change
And This
Shall Pass
As That is What
My Mother Told
me After She Said
Why Not You When i Said
Oh God Why Me Screaming
To The Ceiling Just Like that
‘Painting of Scream’ LooKinG For
The God of Nature BRuiSinG me THiS Way WiTHiN For Real
Just For Always Doing What i Am Told With Not Ever Any No’s…
Now i Do me
Oh What
A Grand
Life Naked
Enough Whole
Complete iN PLaY So Free
With SMiLes of Course With
“ArT oF SmART LiVinG LoVE iN Peace”
Thanks For This iNSpiRaTioN in Helping
me Title This MacroVerse i Am Writing Newly Now..:)
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