Poetry

Unspoken

Causing you heartache
was never my intention,
but I lacked the courage
to show you how much
I needed you. So you left
to find someone
you needed instead.

© Sarah Doughty

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

Heartache Wasn’t My Intention by @alfa_poetry

Poetry

Reality

I stared into that white
wall for so long,
I began to see words,
faces, and motion.
But no one seemed
to notice, let alone care,
that my wall was more
of a reality to me than
anything else ever was.

© Sarah Doughty

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

Conversations With A White Wall by @c.e.nelson

Poetry

Already Gone

After all those empty nights,
without your slow breathing
to lull me to sleep,
I forgot what it meant
to feel safe and loved.
Long before you left,
you were already gone.

© Sarah Doughty

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

Silvery Sheets, Lullabies, And Other Goodbyes by @mister_paradoxal

Flash and Micro Fiction, Photography

Five Years Ago

photo credit @s_a_w_a_n

September 11, 2026

Twenty-five years ago, one of my nightmares came to life, and it haunted me ever since. I remembered hearing about the people, falling from the sky. Plummeting to their deaths. My disbelieving eyes couldn’t look away. But, the nightmare continued.

It seemed like everything fell from the skies that day.

I remembered the shock and the numbness that lingered for weeks, along with brief glimpses of panic that didn’t fully manifest until fifteen years ago when the rest of my nightmares turned out to be true.

But none of it compared to five years ago, when everything fell from the sky. Five years ago, when everyone died, except for me.

© Sarah Doughty

For the #PiccadillyPrompts challenge
I’m hosting on Instagram,
based on prompts in their prompt journals.
This one is from 300 Writing Prompts,
which they were kind enough to let me share:
“Write a journal entry ten years in the future.”

Poetry

Shifting Bones

Your weight pinned me and my bones creaked from the pressure. My little body molded itself to you, trying to let you fit, as if it would help ease some of the pain. But rather than shifting my bones, you broke my mind instead.

© Sarah Doughty

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

Shifting Bone by @alison.malee

Poetry

Rearrangement

I was petrified of losing you as if you were never more than a mirage, so I kept you out. And like the pieces of a chessboard, you took all my defenses and rearranged them, setting new rules. Before I knew it, you found your way in and I was left bared and vulnerable. But you never once hurt me. You wrapped yourself inside all that pain and separation to stand bastion, protecting me. It was far better than living with it all alone.

© Sarah Doughty

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

Un-Ordered by @nmshami

Poetry

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

Poetry

Whiskey Words

Photo credit @meet_me_in_the_morgue.

Your whiskey words, still full of lust,
breathed praise into my little ears,
as you shoveled me under your weight.
But I still tasted your sour inability
to care about anything but yourself.

© Sarah Doughty

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

Whiskey Words And A Shovel by @r.h.sin

Poetry

My Knight

Photo credit @lauramakabresku.

I was born to love you, I know that now.
After everything that brought us
to this point, you were the one
I prayed for when I was little,
cursed, lost, broken, and unworthy.
You were my knight, just a few decades late.

© Sarah Doughty

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

Born To Love. Cursed To Feel by @_samantha.king

Poetry

Brave Enough

Photo and model credit @meet_me_in_the_morgue.

Embrace the beauty within rather than focusing on the outside. After all, it’s just a shell. Often, a mask. The inside is where the treasures are hidden, if you’re brave enough to find them.

© Sarah Doughty

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

A Train Ride Of My Own Thoughts by @mizarkbxpoescriber