Prompt: ‘…the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen.’ – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, J K Rowling
Stuck in suburbia,
defining average.
His world defined
by dramas beyond the ken
of mediocre housewives
working 9-5 jobs they hate.
“I can’t tell you,”
insisted, repeated, insisted.
“You’d never understand.”
I’ve felt suicide
shatter complacency.
I’ve seen tragedy’s desperate depths.
I’ve spoken of sex and abuse,
kinks and
tortured torments.
But I’m stuck in suburbia,
defining average.
I wouldn’t understand.
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Author: Elle
Hi, I'm Elle. I'm based in Auckland, New Zealand. I'm a moderator at Writing.com, the mother of two gifted children, the wife of a Twitch gaming streamer and the Queen of Unfinished Projects. I've been reading since I was 4 years old, writing poems (badly) since 1994, blogging since 2001 and I started studying photography in 2010. This blog will contain poems, short stories, photos, book reviews and my thoughts on a variety of topics. Hope you enjoy it.
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