Writing Prompt ~ Deja Vu

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Last Week's Writing Prompt

“Fingerprint”

Lovely interpretations of the prompt this week.

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Admin's Choice:

the fingerprintyou
had left it on the table
   it should've been a chardonnay we shared
   with the nightingale
   not a six-pack and the stink of cigarette
   with the city's midnight larks—the heated pounding
   of horns, the boozeman's somber babble—
   filling an empty kitchen
it sits there
still
waiting for you to decide
to fill it in
or to smudge it out IndelibleWithout trying, your slender hands, made
for blades and bloodshed, have cupped my heart,
your deft fingers lightly entangling my soul
as I kneel here in your shadow, looking upward:
you cannot see me, though to my eyes you shine
to outmatch the sun. But then, I
am made of mere mud and you
are of lightning, wind and racing stormcloud,
and in the thin line of your smile lies
the power to unship time.
The only light
in my own heart of earth and dust, the only rivers
flowing through me
to bring specks of springtime green
issue from incandescent wisps of spirit that you
have carelessly let slip from your gently graceful fingertips
as you stream like silk ribbon through the unseeing world.
I will not speak
of this silent and blossoming light
within me, which beats in time with the sound of your footsteps,
your voice, your breath and your being. I am content
to walk wordlessly behind, waiting
for the moments, brief but brilliant, when your gaze
grazes my heart with its blade-sharp fineness.
B Fingerprints/ I'm Not Hurtingfingerprints all over you
like a crime
like a clue
no shade from this sun shining blue
no barricades from the flood
I'm not hurting
I just ache to be the one you love
fingerprints I crave to be mine
lining your arms and legs
delicate and fine
reminder of the time spent
living like there was no issue  
I'm not hurting
I just want to put my fingerprints all over you fingertips leaving fingerprintsI don't want your fingertips
leaving fingerprints all over me,
I -
don't want to be marked as yours
as something you and only you
can ever possess -
(and I am sure
you recognise the stubborn tilt
in the way I lift my chin to oppose you)
(I am not so sure
you recognise the lies)
I don't want your fingertips
(nor do I want those bruises
which you have shaped
to remind me of you)
(your fingerprints)
(how cruel)
and yet I surrender
because those fingertips
make my skin tingle and it's
as if
you have already marked me
cursed me
(you possess me)
(I hate you for this)
(I love you for
everything else)
I do not want those fingertips
(I am only trying
to protect myself)
but before I know it
you have weaved your magic
all over my body and it is too late
to tell you of the things I (do not) want.

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Poetry

:thumb327775206: Fingerprint
Dear criminals,
Know that they're looking for you.
I don't know what they're planning
To do once they have you,
But don't give them that chance.
We did not put you in your position.
Your parents did not raise you incorrectly.
The government is not unjust.
Your misgivings belonged to you.
Wherever you stored them is your place.
Wherever you are, criminals,
Don't stick your head out.
Leave no more fingerprints.
That's how you got into trouble
In the beginning.
Our company no longer has
Any business with you.
You are your only protection,
Use your arms to protect your face.
Use your face to protect your dignity.
This is the last correspondence
You will receive from us.
Sincerely,
Indigo Moods Corp. FingerprintEach one different
A person, like a finger print
You were always one so unique
The way you smiled and spoke to me
Fingerprints stay
Yet people change
Making it just another mask
A shell of what used to be RememberI'm more than
an apparition,
a niggling thought,
a feeling of déjà vu.
I won't
become a friendship that didn't happen,
get set aside like a book on a dusty shelf,
fade into the faces of the swarm.
When I swim against the current,
it won't carry me away.
When I stick out,
they won't hammer me in.
When I stand up,
the glares won't make me sit down.
Remember me,
especially if
you hate me. Untouched BooksDirty fingerprints crust the pages
Of the books of forgotten lore
That have laid here before all ages
Untouched from before-
Unconcerned with reason or rhyme,
Longing for those finger-shaped prints,
They have waited all this time,
To be imprinted with darkened tints
But all that meets them is the chilly air,
And the quiet whispers of phantoms past;
And still they wait with silent flair,
To be marked with fingers again at last

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Prose

TS719"Here are your contact lenses."
The man behind the counter, whose nametag says TS719, slides a small box the size of his palm to the woman, who introduced herself as JA466.  There is a third person in the shop, another man, who hasn't said his name but flashed an identification bracelet that read HN021.
"I thought they don't do retinal identification," JA objects nervously, reaching eagerly for the small box.
"They don't," TS agrees, grabbing the box out of JA's hands.  He opens it and pulls out two round containers.  Taking one in his hand, he unscrews the lid and passes it to JA to look inside.  "They're more cosmetic than anything.  Just another level of the disguise.  They're colorless but they have flecks of silver imbedded in them.  They won't interfere with your vision, but if a Sigma looks at you, they'll see metal."
JA nods appreciatively as TS puts the cap back on and places it back in the box.
"Thank you," Fingerprints"Let's go over this again, Mr. Anderson. Where were you two nights ago?"
"I told you! I was out drinking with friends, that's all!"
"The evidence says otherwise. We can place you at the scene at the time of the murder, we can connect you to the murder weapon, and we even have your motive. Si-"
"What evidence?! I didn't do anything! I'm innocent!"
"Between the hours 11:40 A.M. and 12:50 P.M. Your location was unknown. Your fingerprints were found on the body, the weapon and various parts of the house. You have a history of a long lived dispute with the victim which lead you to murder her. Now sign the paper."
"No! Someone had to have set me up! It's true we had been having argument for years, but I wouldn't- I didn't murder her! I was passed out at home at that time you said. And from time to time my ex and I would....get together."
"Oh? And would you wrap your hands around her neck? Would you squeeze until she passed out? Did you like playing with knives? Was the opportunity too good t GhostNot a single fingerprint was left behind.
It was the perfect crime.
They never saw it coming, nor did they see me go.

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This week's writing prompt, from September 17 to September 23, is:

"Déjà Vu"

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