it is another day of -
cyclical torture and torments -
unabashed cruelty
and anxious vents
I twirl the letter between my fingers
feeling its sharp edges
scratch against my tips
a robin hops over my hedges
grabs a worm from the lawn
I idly observe its actions
ignoring my pending
tick-tick distractions
I finally cave
and set the damn thing aflame
Day Two: I didn't understand the prompt, might be the fact it is 4.20am on a Saturday but I saw Beatrix Gates' name pop up, so the title is taken from their work MESSAGES FROM SEA: 1943. Check them out. Enjoy. Moving swiftly on.
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We Are All Burning In Time
Poetry''Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.'' - Hunter. S. Thompson ''We are all burning in time, but each is consumed at his own speed.'' - Jack Gilbert This NaPoWriMo I have missed the entire month so I have decided to...
