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Blodeuwedd
I'm a 24 year old with little motivation to do anything but decay My name is pronounced Blow-dio-wed
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Mirror You, Mirror Me
We are so rarely seen as we really are. Mirrors only reflect the reversal of our image. Imagine the world in which your reverse self in the mirror inhabits. Allow your mirror self to completely embody the dark side of your nature that you would never actualize in this reality. Don't hold back. Be honest with your darkness. Change your name if necessary. Win goes to whoever excites the animus the most.
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Blodeuwedd in Fiction

Windows and glass tables

The reflection in my mirror is wondering the same thing as me, on the opposite end of a decision I was afraid to make.

I want to commit an atrocity. Each time I look down into the city I reside, I see myself reflected in the mirrors, in the cityscape, wondering, contemplating commiting this quiet obscenity.

The me I am would never do such a thing, never even dream of it. The atrocity itself is one that induced many of nightmares and warrants unwanted thoughts. Thoughts that should be chased away.

When I look away, does my reflection grin? Does my reflection know the sweet satisfaction of having done it? Does the reflection of my inner psyche know what consequences have the equal reaction?

I wonder if when I put down my wine glass on this dusty glass table, is the dusty version of me looking back? Are they enjoying the same glass of Merlot? Do they hate it too?

My husband might be their husband too, or maybe they had to just pretend to match my image. Was the mirrored me also violated by the same unwanted hands? Were they loved by the same tender heart that fixed it all up when the pain of a forced situation felt it could never be mended?

Does my reflection look at me and wonder if I was raped too? Does my reflection wonder if they should get revenge like my horrible atrocious thoughts force me to think?

If my reflection had been in my situation, maybe she wouldn't feel guilty for wanting to use a corrupt system to avenge herself the way I sometimes hate to feel. Maybe she wouldn't be afraid to hit back.

My reflection looks at me and sees a coward.

She wonders if her own reflection would've been too afraid to do it. She wonders if her reflection had the strength to actually go through with it too. She knows her reflection is the worst part of her, exposes all the flaws and fears.

She knows she would've never been brave, so how could I be? The only thing the mirror image of us can do is regret that it isn't the other.

Neither of us are particularly brave, neither of us can follow through with revenge if it involves taking advantage of an unjust system. Neither of us believes there's someone else on the other side.

We are nearly identical, she's just got bangs that go to the left, while mine go to the right.

We're both the best and worst versions of ourselves, when she smiles, I smile. When she dies, I will die. When she gets justice, I'll be happy for her.

Even now as I look into the eyes that are the same color as mine, I wonder if I can even like her when I don't like her reflection.

Challenge
$1,000 Haiku Challenge
Write a haiku about anything. And we mean anything. Winner will be decided by likes. Give us your best, or favorite, 5-7-5 syllable opus to cover rent, or make a dream date. Lift us, drop us, make us laugh, cry, marvel, be inspired...you get it. Oh, and refer someone new to Prose. to participate in this challenge with you and get a $1 credit. May the best piece win. And...GO!
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Blodeuwedd

Maladaptive denial

Do not ever write

Romanticized poetry

Out of your own blood

Thursday May 8th, 2025,

Challenge
Free Killer
If you could get away with murdering anyone in your life, with no consequences, who would you kill?
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Blodeuwedd

Though it would be obvious to say myself

The consequences are never being able to see if there was consequence

My worst enemy brings honor to my life

So I cannot kill him, id miss it too much

I couldn't kill a politician without a copy paste replacement pedophile

I think I'd kill my dad

That joke of a man hurt my sister, and he did it without consequence

so fair is fair

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Blodeuwedd

I prefer dark chocolate and raspberry

Grief is stuck in my throat like a final meal that proclaimed itself present

And you stay in my mouth like decaying dessert too sweet to allow myself to swallow

It's gone too soon to allow myself to savor yet I'll beat myself up when it's wasted on being good for me

When it finds itself in my stomach, ripping the bile into me by tearing my content to streams of ribbon

Will it honor me for giving it the chance to have purpose, or consume me back for allowing it the chance to try?

Challenge
What kind of poem would he/she write?
If e.e. cummings and Emily Dickenson had a baby poet, what would her/his poem be?
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Blodeuwedd in Poetry & Free Verse

In a tide of starlight

If I could have maybe a shred

Lightning bugs

Light

Done by a star

Shine down

Onto me

Bring my body

To shore

And breathe in the

Salt

G l i m m e r i n g

S h i m m e r i n g

Take the sparkles from my eyes

Wash them over

Over

Me

;

Take

It

Share my

Soul

We can share

The light

Light i found in the depths of a tidal wave

Wondering why i had not found it

Until i drowned

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Blodeuwedd

Blodeuwedd

Flower face

Oh princess of lies and deceit

An owl even at night and in mourning

You are the queen of your own future

A myth to all but to me you are real

Perhaps you were made to satisfy man

But they created you to love

Then they cast you aside when it wasn't who they desired

To be moved from fields to a towering grand castle

To be stripped of choice and forced to marry a tyrant when your days were composed of basking in the sun and eating her light

To be punished with the freedom of a bird

To trick the world into giving you the freedom you deserved and make them think it was all their plot

Yet you could not have understood that you would lose what you loved to do so

Victim to villainess

This is a fate you earned but did not deserve

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Blodeuwedd

I often find myself guilty of the sin of taking breath

Cobwebs are my home and I vacation in caverns of broken glass

These shards of sea glass reassure me as they rip me blood from bone

Still, I draw breath like an artist plagiarizing from a museum painting

I will give the lesions a moment to heal before I crack them open once more like the wood of support in a childhood home being rip from board to board

I feel the glass scrape my bones

I held like the world finally took pity on me

A selfish combination of a ribcage and flesh

I am sorry for stealing someone else's breath

For it was never mine to take

But I still adore the sound

Of breathing, of broken glass, of cobwebs

I think this could be my home

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Blodeuwedd

Dissolve into me

Everything I can say or think makes me what to dissolve with you

Dreaming of falling to each other like cotton candy

Wondering how I could melt into you like sugar into tea

Into my soul like thick lavender honey

Never to cease begging to combine the love between us to create someone new

Probably like candy, now that I think about it

Rainbows of cotton candy, gummy worms, pixie sticks

Opened up to create a new flavor we've never tried before

Moments we should've had when we were children

In this moment we can try again, we can make this life new

Something our parents never wanted to give us

Everything your father never stayed for and my mother never attended to

Maybe we can be a candy cane together, you can be the red stripe and I white

Everybody knows how we can dance in harmony and become a sweet symphony

Younger versions of us can be satisfied once more

Only by this, the taste of us dissolving down to fit together

Understand, please, how we could even become a pie, we do not have to be candy

Whatever it is you want to be

I will join you with whatever it is

Let me convince you I will be happy with whatever you desire

Love is strong enough to keep me happy enough

Let me prove myself

Over and over again if I must

Vanity cannot overtake me

Everything I do, it is for you

Make us into a brand new sweet, maybe a brownie or a cake or pie

Enough to dissolve down with me, become us together

For you, I would even dissolve into a drink

Only if to cross your lips for even a second

Remember how much love I swore to you

Even in our darkest of hours

Violent in its path, my heart never ceased to beat for you even if my ribs bruised

Everything was worth the pain, if it meant to be with you

Right by your side is where I wish to forever stay

Only if we dissolve together do I think my heart will start to rest

Karma will bring you to me, will bind us together as our fate

Anything we wish for can be ours if only we commit to it

Youth shouldn't stop us from cotton candy fantasies

?

Challenge
Write a Myth: Snakes
Write a Myth to explain why snakes have no legs.
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Blodeuwedd in Fiction

A snake named Rose

When the snake was a child

She began to walk

Only so late a child as the rest of nature

A flower always finds a way to let its petals blossom

When the snake started to walk

Soon she discovered what it meant to run

for she ran faster and better than any other creature

Flowers now knew what it meant to truly bloom

When the snake started to realize she was running so fast

she could not savor enough

She began to slow down

She grew to find the love of others

Like the sweet scent of a flower draws in the bees

When the snake started to stop and take a breath

Her breath was taken away

Her lovely legs she'd used to walk and run and then stop

Were forced open and held down

Like a flower being plucked and pulled apart for ones own satisfaction

The snake grew fangs to inebriate her enemies with toxins

grew to unhinge her jaw to devour even the biggest and strongest of threats

Her soft skin shifted to serpentine scales

her little legs shed off with her skin as she decided no one could ever force them open again

Her arms left her too as she no longer wished to hold another except to constrict

She no longer resembled a flower

When the snake became the snake

She thanked the gods who blessed her for who she became

for she prayed and prayed for the change

She finally understood

All flowers shed their petals

As all snakes shed their skins

Challenge
Tomorrow
If there were no limits on your time and/or money, what would you do tomorrow?
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Blodeuwedd

Limitless possibility

I would run away, find a place for only me, on that fit my favorite dream. And I would scream. I would blow my own lungs out with sorrow and distain and I would just keep going until I had no desire to anymore.

After that, I would take enough money to buy a house and a little garden, hire a gardener to maintain it for me as I have no green thumbs at all, then I would sit in the garden all day until someone begs me to stop. No one will, but god would it be lovely to see if someone would.

I am 21 years or older.