Three

By this time, Barry was seriously starting to become scared, and a little bit angry. Was the whole thing an act? Had she given him a fake address, because she was only pretending to like him? Was she one of those power freaks, intent on making him squirm whenever she felt like it?

He quickly reached for the box of cigarettes in his pocket. Empty. Reached into his jacket pocket for the small bottle of Jack Daniel’s he kept there. Also empty. He snapped, rummaging through his pockets for his last resort: a worry stone. But, as luck would have it, the worry stone had been left in his house. His hand touched something else, though: his cell phone.

Barry closed his eyes and took some deep breaths, thinking

breathe in and out in and out

breathe in and out in and out

Soren
YWP
general writing

The big three

I am a prisoner
Confined and kept
Within thick walls of my own deception--
Walls I can't survive without
Them there.
My cage is of my own making
The bars crumble at my strike
But leave me naked, unprotected
From the angry world outside.
I pace inside my prison
A ghost inside my husband's home;
A giant in my own mind.
When there's no one else in the room
It's hard not to notice

Three

Three

The third time’s a charm
But three strikes and you’re out
One and two, try and miss
But when three comes about
What’s this number to me
Does it hold any value
It’s all but a game
None could be so true
Thoughts in your head
Controlling your mind
Constrict your ability
And put forth a blind
They disable your view
So you cannot see
That all of this nonsense

Three roommates
Living together.
From three different states,
Sharing new ideas.

Three roommates
Helping each other,
Through the long days,
And late nights.

Three roommates
Relying on each other
For support
In this new experience.

Three roommates
Turning to each other
When they’re lost,
When they think they can’t go on.

Three roommates
Eating meals together,