Shoutout to @Rjakois on twitter for the word prompt! The 20 minutes is from the moment I jot down the first word till I write the last. I’ll sit and consider the theme and the visual imagery for some minutes beforehand, oftentimes googling images of the word.
Someone wrote it on my door last night: BLACKLISTED.
In big, bold letters. Even in situations like these I can’t turn off my scholar’s brain that goes “at least it isn’t sheep’s blood”.
I don’t know if I should leave it there, or wipe it off. I want to wipe it off, but I’m waiting for the police, even though I don’t want to be inside the house.
The thing is, whoever wrote this didn’t write it on my front door.
They wrote it on my bedroom door.
I live alone with my dog—and now I can’t find him.