when you touch your skin and it feels like the old rattle of plastic bottles tossed along sidewalks by the wind when did the outside begin to empty what was once within? __ written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: fraud Share this:FacebookTwitterGoogleLike this:Like Loading... blow the house down unhappy tree ghosts Categories: Poetry, WP Post A Day - Daily PromptsTags: age, backdated poem, dailyprompt, death, life, Poetry, The Daily Post, thoughts, Writing Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.