I am not going to even try to tell you otherwise – this one literally fell right out of my head, at almost 100 words exactly. If it’s good, it’s not because of any fine-tune crafting on my part. If it isn’t good, I apologize, but I saw in it a strange kind of beauty. One that I desired to share with you.
Here is this week’s 100 Word Song.
She’d seen both mamusia and babcia stumble off, never to return. Tatuś and brat, she’d never seen again after the station.
She was now alone, confused as to why Yahweh would do this to her. How was survival worth anything, when stuck in this hell?
But then they came. They came, and the guards scurried like the cockroaches that they were. They came, and blew down the gates of hell with their big, beautiful machines.
As she accepted timidly the first food she’d had in months, she saw a bird, soaring carefree overhead. Yes, it alone knew how she felt.
My apologies if I misspelled and/or used any of the Polish titles incorrectly.
This week’s song was chosen by one of my dear “Drag Mothers” (of the blog variety) k~, with “Feeling Good” by Nina Simone