“What’s the buzz? Tell me what’s happening.”

For emotional survival, she imagined her life as a cosmic rock opera. Careening, caroming. Even if she couldn’t play a mean pinball.

Lyrics clamoured to be released from the dungeon of her creative writer’s soul.

“How do you think [s]he does it? I don’t know.”

Smeltering dreamscape images, velvety dusk to goldfish orange dawningcomposing  rhymes to dark mirror rhythms.

Arias of sibling rivalry dealings culminating in a firing squad loosing starlight bullets, smearing royal robes with raspberry jam toast blood.

“What’s the buzz? Tell me what’s happening.”

© Lorraine

for mlmm wordle #170 designed by Pat – I like the way your mind works . . .