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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
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15 comments:

  1. Sumana Roy24 February 2016 at 17:18

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

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  2. brudberg24 February 2016 at 20:07

    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. Unknown24 February 2016 at 23:36

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

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  4. kaykuala25 February 2016 at 02:29

    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. De Jackson25 February 2016 at 03:00

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

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  6. vb holmes25 February 2016 at 04:51

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

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  7. Magaly Guerrero25 February 2016 at 07:26

    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. Sherry Blue Sky25 February 2016 at 08:25

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

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  9. Grace25 February 2016 at 09:08

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

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade25 February 2016 at 13:48

      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. Mary25 February 2016 at 13:41

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

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade25 February 2016 at 13:46

      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. Katie Mia Frederick25 February 2016 at 17:32

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

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  12. Victoria26 February 2016 at 06:57

    Wow--strong metaphoric write, Rosemary.

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