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Challenge of the Week #55: Write a story of 200 words or more about a stranger. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $200. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Vortex of Madness

Whirling, swirling, swiftly

       Madness stranger creeps in

       planting subliminal messages

       of insanity into my mind

       the voices, the voices

       mindless masked intruder

       digging graves of no meaning

       finger hooked into my wall

       in insane dots of fractured thought.

Whirling, swirling, swiftly

       Stranger absorbs me, takes me away

       caterwauling rhymes of madness

       ebony rocks striking my face

       unpredictable fire - sweet and sour

       elevator erupting up but never stopping

       dressing me with mad sparkled wreaths

       blinks of delusion smite my eyes

       spinning, spinning out of control.

Whirling, swirling, swiftly

       nonsense words scar my festering soul

       moonlight falls out of loveless sky

       collapsing into sunken eyes of mine.

       dried up barren well, I lick my lips

       feeling nothing, locked in darkness

       heartbeat freezes, I don’t breathe

       craziness prevails as I sigh softly

       we are not so different after all.

Whirling, Swirling, Swiftly

       Insanity is earth, twisted and fractured

       marigolds marching, invading, closing ranks

       madness is genius, kicking and screaming

       bones jabbed with pain, without release

       cemented feeling encasing my blackness

       obsessed with death, don’t know where I am.

       blooms of craziness hurled by stranger

       infiltration of fogginess, flowing madness

       mind wanderer lost in struggle evermore

       out, out damned spot, blood on my hands.

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