Dragon’s Breath


 Paul over at https://mindfump.com/  has reblogged one of my posts.    Thank you Paul!  Paul has an interesting and entertaining blog.  Please be sure to check him out.

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#PersonifyME: Penny Wilson

Thank you!  Penny

Favorite Sins


There is a Kenny Chesney song called “You and Tequila”.  There is One Line in that song that gets me every time I hear it.  It goes “It’s always your favorite sins that do you in”.  Wow…

My favorite sins.

Being a Responsible Adult is still a challenge at times.  I still struggle.

I have very few vices left.  I quit smoking.  I drink only on rare occasions.  I don’t scour the bars looking for men.  The drugs I did in my youth are just a distant memory.

The “hardest” thing I partake of now is a strong cup of coffee.  The doctors have tried to take that away from me too.  I’ve cut down, but it’s not completely gone.

Pleasures of the Flesh are still a favorite sin, not easily dismissed.

Another song comes to mind by Tim Mcgraw.  The song is called “Better Than I Used to Be”.  The line goes “I still got a few more dances with the devil”.

Boy howdy….

In general, I’m pretty happy with how Penny turned out.  But oh, those Favorite Sins.

Dragons in the Dark


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My dragons burrow deep and sleep the sleep of the evil.  They lie in wait.  They make sure I have my defenses down; that I am once again comfortable in my own skin.

My peripheral vision sees the shadow of these beasts occasionally as they melt into the background.  I try as I might to catch them before they are loose, but they are too clever.

These dragons will creep into my room and sit at the foot of my bed, watching as I slumber.  I have fooled them only once; feigning sleep as their fowl breath assaults my senses.  The stench of their evil is almost overwhelming.

I have awakened on many moonless nights, sure I would see them.  My heart is in my throat as I sweep the room.  I must be sure to catch them if they linger.  All that lingers is the cold sweat that penetrates my gown and their stench.

My hands shake as I toss my gown to the floor.   Sliding back into bed, I stare at the ceiling.  Sleep will elude me this night, for the dragons have already started their assault.

With the dawn, I greet the day with trepidation.  How will the dragons manifest this time?  Will I find myself once again in the dark?  Alone with my dragons, with nothing more than hope to see me way back into the light.

As I lock the front door and walk down the street, I can feel the dragons’ breath on my neck….

 

Amazing image found on Google Images.  Credit to the wonderful artist that created it.  

(C) 2014 Penny Wilson