100 words – Third Eye Zit

My third eye is a giant zit in the middle of my forehead. I pop it and my soul sprays all over the bathroom mirror. My knowledge and wisdom die on the cold glass. With the good goes the bad. My anger and resentment drip there as well. Harsh, evil ideas born of depression fester in plain view.

I’m left empty and disgusted. Ready to start building a new philosophy and belief structure. All will be renewed.

A couple squirts of Windex and a few swipes with a paper towel and the mirror is clean again. Sanitized for everyone’s protection.

Photo by Michael Cornelius

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.