Semi-Daily Scribbles

With it or against it
the grain is rough to the touch
skin so thin and fragile.

Fear cannot stand in your way
unless you put it squarely there
an obstacle per your specifications.

The year threatens to end on the same shrill note.

A memory altered.
A scene stolen.
A sequel written without a precursor.

What are you prepared to lose?
What do you hope to gain?