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(Yet another) Challenge of Inspiration 5
I came to a realization, after the 4th, that the first challenge of inspiration is inherently up to me. Apparently, 4's phrases weren't terribly inspiring, so that's on me. Hopefully this one will go better. Use the phrases below in a unique story or poem which begs a rejoinder of some kind from other Prosers. Responses need not be entered directly into the challenge--feel free to compose your response as a regular post, then put a link to it in the comments of the original piece so we can all find it. One winning original entry and one winning response entry will be blessed with a life-changing $5 prize! That's a whole pizza at Little Caesar's! (Or half a salad... somewhere... where people eat salads.) ______________Here are your challenge phrases: _______________ at your doorstep, Hate's last breath, carry on, alternate truth, the undertaker's dream, backward curiosity, nearing the End of Days, unnatural motives, I think of scales, forever in a ____________ Have fun! And no, "have fun" is not one of the phrases. Ugh... I know at least two of you are going to title your entry Have Fun just to mess with me. You know what? I don't care if you have fun or not--just do the damn challenge!
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The Scale

I think of scales,

Constant in motion.

Wins and fails

Adrift in an Ocean.

I am a brass-weight tipping

Sometimes I slide, sometimes I’m slipping.

Forever in a tug-of-war

with Backward curiosity.

Thought I’d breathed hate’s last breath

But ever-building animosity:

Loathing my unnatural motives

Learning an alternate truth to

Water an ever-hungry seed of hate.

Reckoning at your doorstep

My seed did grow so tall

Ulterior motives in lockstep

I think I’d like to fall

In love

In lust

In hate’s abyss.

Entrench you into rotten bliss.

We carry on. We slide. We slip.

I tear and rip: You claw.

Near end of days upon this trip.

Toxic dance in devil's maw.

Our love is nothing more

Than the undertaker's dream.

Both us dead and keeping score.

We hurt, we maim, we scheme.

In our battle for control,

Ever tipping, on we roll.

And the undertaker chuckles

When we both lie dead.

The scale is not in motion

It's all inside your head.

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