Nothing could survive;
dead things stood on their own
supported by the weight of darkness.
She liked her coffee black
A contest entry
- quickie XI by Salty Hibiscus.
400 points, ended February 19, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
picture prompt: http://jay-cougar-prints.deviantart.com/art/Tree-Cup-48390342
Comments
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great write. thank you.




