Tangles

The tangle of bramble and thorns catch me at every turn, slicing into me and holding on for dear life. No matter what I try, I can’t escape. But I know I’ll find my way out. I have to, because I can’t let a few scratches bleed me dry.

© Sarah Doughty

For the ‘Support Insta Writers’ August Prompts
(based on books written by authors in the IG community)
hosted by Tracy and Journee.

Thistle & Thorn by @beccaleepoetry

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63 thoughts on “Tangles

  1. Metaphor aside. Brer rabbit, he say, “Oh, Brer Fox, doan go throwin’ me in de briar patch.” Because sometimes a few scratches and tears beats the hell outta being bled dry.

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  2. Again. Perfect combination of photo and words/micro-story.
    This I felt could be tattooed or on a t-shirt because they are words we should live by and do live by and need reminding of

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  3. Lovely imagery. I narrowly escaped the literal version of this: when I was a child my parents had a cholla cactus on the back porch. I never ran into it, but a friend did at a birthday party. My mom spent an hour tweezing needles out of her leg. Unsurprisingly, it was my last birthday party.

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