Snake Pit (Sundays 6-Sentence Story)

Prompt:  MEMORY

Memory’s mostly snake pit.

Tormenting vipers of Yesterday…stealthy, fast, fangs pierce nightmares, daytime peace.

Toxic venom swirls through veins, infects Tomorrow’s hopes.

Why, I wonder, does memory save worst of moments, days?

Surely there were events, times, people of blessing, beneficent…

Somehow they get deleted:  mind’s hard drive refurbished, still faulty.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.


12 thoughts on “Snake Pit (Sundays 6-Sentence Story)

  1. I know what you mean about the venom. Though these days, when one of these venomous memories come slithering around me I tell it to sod off, that it’s past, that it’s old, that it doesn’t belong with me any more. And it goes.


  2. Excellent Six!
    Agreed. Memory, if left unchecked, often culls from the bottom of life’s ocean those memories that are the worst, most negative, the awful. The challenge is to find a place to put the negative and awful, refuse to indulge in it, and move forward. At least that’s what I try to do 🙂


  3. The challenge is to keep filling one’s bucket daily with “events, times, and people of blessing,” and the venom won’t be able to penetrate.

    Excellent Six.


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