A Dull Blog by a Poet named Kathleen Erickson
It was as every other day for her, but it seemed to get more and more difficult to manage the day to day life. Since childhood, Anna would find comfort in those lonely places. Very athletic, but not in the team sports sense, she favored climbing tall tall trees, narrow rocky ledges, or dangerous parts of town after dark.The neighbor boys called her a hermit, but she did not live alone. She lived with a few dreams here and there and her best friend, rebellion.
Anna was bored in school and hated the structure of school. She studied subjects such as domesticated animals, horses in particular, and couldn't help but see the invisible snaffles, hobbles and restraints the civilized masses exhibited in every day life. She did not ever want to wear anything with buckles, hooks, or straps.
Curiously, Anna collected wrist watches, but never wore one.
Upon graduating high school she became employed. A factory for a few years, banker a few years, a carny for a few years, and finally, a corner prostitute. It all was the same ending to the same day. A mask applied, a clock punched, a person serviced, and the same dull emptiness at the end of the day.
At the end of the day, her need to eat, resulted in the loss of the key.
Comments (5)
I'm just wondering was it
the key to her own restraints
My restraints were the gift of my mother's. nuf said.
Rejoice in the knowledge that u r responsible for many bloggers enjoyment thru your writings.
Your life can never be dull, you have to many wonderful stories to tell.
Keep your chin up i say.
Thanks,
sort of left without words;-) Congrats.