My shadow had found me each time.

When you're the prey,
your heart comes close
to bursting your ear drums.

I smelled the scent of his exhaled breath.

Found objects fascinate me.

Three smooth, long and narrow stones
shaped like lady finger cookies.

Then I came upon the fish remains.
From the belly of the beast, out slid a colony
of wriggling and squiggly maggots.

Nothing more pleasing to my eyes
than a handsome man dressed in black.
Bow to stern. Port to starboard.

An orchid hid in a paper bag
next to the milk carton.

Agitated and uncomfortable.
That's when creativity flourished.

The shadow moved across the cemetery.
Should I have worn a hat?

Circles of sunlight highlighted births and deaths.

I almost fell in.
Right on top of you.

Is that why I'm here?

The snow keeps coming down
and the wide blue ocean has a hole in her roof.

She needs our help
to get up for work in the morning.

No one else can ever know about
the expensive smelling man
who wore trashy earrings
that sparkled like real diamonds.

Inspired by writer Austin Kleon, and his blackout newspaper process, I wanted to give the exercise a go myself. Unfortunately, I usually have printed flyers on hand, not newspapers. So, I went scrounging around in my "writing" folder on my computer for some raw material.