Hushed: The Words of an Introvert [LiteratureCollection]

Six Word Memoir

Convictions

Whilst reading, registration of reality recedes.

Of the youthful, nightmares are critters.

Instances of Greatness. Moments of Regret.

Opinion: society does have a rival.

Before boyfriends, mothers are the practice.

It’s the little things that matter.

Cliché Fantasies

One glimpse. He is the one.

Arms outstretched. City lights. Magic carpet.

“Woke up with powers,” I’ll say.

Tenderly trace the wounds skin secretes.

Downpour just as our mouths adjoin.

Bowls of creamy chocolate, not eyes.

Cinderella, absent of the tattered garments.

Unexpectedly erupting into a schmaltzy song.

Swoon: to scrutinize the contours of men.

Childhood Nightmares

Elmo scowls off screen, wearing leather.

Barney shoves children from tree houses.

Mother planned her own funeral, beaming.

I’ve witnessed death by a toilet.

Tornadoes will consume your loved ones.

Not worthy of coal from Santa.

Me in a blindingly white room.

Me against a thousand black crows.

Pluckiness

Diving into the pits of hell.

Engulfed the audience in emotive vocals.

Running faster, regardless of being short.

Diligently prodding at an irrational fellow.

Speak is precious. Use it wisely.

Confronted the smoker with the consequences.

Better to leave while you’re ahead.

Lord Bless white patches of conformity.

Procrastinator. Perfectionist. Oppressors. Go on endeavoring.

Disappointments

Deceiving playground. Hid my first tooth.

One less gathering before she passed.

Obesity: allowing sugar to dominate yourself.

Chose television over bonding with family.

Mommy and Daddy refused to kiss.

Boarded Platform 9 and ¾ late.

Rose let go of Jack’s hand.

Fated to adore a gay man.

Love’s as deceiving as the playground.

Maternal Relationship

Stealing back what is rightfully mine.

I roar back like a lioness.

 What movie are we seeing Saturday?

 We embrace endlessly with shoulders shuddering.

 Outside, in the car, sentimentally discussing.

 BRIGID! DISHWASH—I know the drill...

 I might just apologize, one day.

 DANGER! My bedroom door is open.

 Jumping in front of a car.

 After the smack, love will conquer.

 One of the most willful women.

Little Things [That Matter]

Ceaseless anticipation in all desirable aspirations.

Found a dime walking home today.

The dimes will delineate your path.

“How are you?” Someone inquired genuinely.

An introvert. Majorly, I seldom talk.

Words for comprehension, impact, and reaction.

Thanking whoever kept the door open.

Casting a smile when ending conversation.

United at the dinner table. Family.

New day. Try. Converse. Feel, again.