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24 February 2016

Imaginary Friend

I drive past her house
and spit (mentally).
Who'd have imagined

sweet, petite, pretty,

conservative she
desired to own me?

Delicate tendrils

tightened gradually,
mere irritations at first.

Eventually I hacked my way out

through tough strangler vines –
left her alone in her bubble.


Written for Quadrille 3: bubble at dVerse

15 comments:

  1. people living in their own bubble deserve it...nice use of bubble here...

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  2. There are those people who want to shackle you inside their own bubble, better break out before it's too late. So many lighthearted writings, so yours is welcome in the lather of late.

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  3. Who needs friends like that? Nice twist on the meaning of the title.

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    1. Thanks, I'm glad someone picked up on that. :)

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  4. tightened gradually,
    mere irritations at first.

    Such is the onslaught against our ideals. Irritations can become a lot more worst. It is necessary to revert and defend one's position

    Hank

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  5. Oh, those "strangler vines." Such a strong image, Rosemary. Well done.

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  6. Good capture of a mentally abusive relationship--made even more interesting by your title.

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  7. I love that "mentally" is in parenthesis. I think I've been there, wanting to spit... grateful for having escape the stranger.

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  8. I love the hacking your way out.........the only sensible response.

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  9. Best to leave them alone ~ The title gave me a clue though ~ Thanks for joining us Rosemary ~

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    1. I had imagined at first that she was a real friend. As for her, she had a bad case of imaginitis about our relationship.

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  10. Whew, this kind of imaginary friend one is glad continues to be imaginary!

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    1. I'm sure she is still imagining all sorts of things – but it doesn't affect my real life any more.

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  11. Wild cats
    free..
    Nature's
    bubble real..:)

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  12. Wow--strong metaphoric write, Rosemary.

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