No colour caresses the toxicity
of a love that grips with talons grey,
leeches tints of happiness
and reduces them to a foggy day.
Kidnapped by a tainted heart,
blinded by choking smoke of mute obsession,
she has no more tears left to cry
for his transgression.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
– Josh Hayes
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #15 and shared on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
writing in north norfolk 
surreal and very sensitive write
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena. Love to you, too xxx
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What an amazing image and response!
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Thank you, Kerry!
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I love that tone of the poem and the photo dance so well together–strange and startling… and filled with sorrow.
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I’m pleased you like it, Magaly.
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Wow! Such Awesome Expressiveness. 🌹🌹🌹
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😊
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This is amazing! Such a surreal and evocative write, Kim!
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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When there are no tears left to cry, it perhaps is time to detoxify.
Such an emotive write.
-HA
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Thank you!
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Well. I guess she is done, then. Enough of that!
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Too many toxic relationships in the world.
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Alas… and yes that image came as a sad addition in the end… I wonder if there’s an antidote invented.
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Unfortunately, I don’t think so. It seems that some humans are genetically programmed to be attracted to toxic lovers.
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Awesome! The image and the poem were reeked of toxic things.
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Thanks Bekkie!
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A strong response to that startling image.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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…I hope those goggles mean she’s over her obsession and off to find new horizons!
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🙂
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Exquisite! Love this surreal piece.
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Thank you, Maria!
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