Pilfered breath
beats upon faltered strings,
replaying yesterday’s ache
exploiting wrinkled worries
of sweet tonic;
never to quench
options narrow
when leeway tows
a current
of dry tides...
with edge lost
to checkmate
“chance”
was just a
grey dream
in a colorful world~

WOW. This is an amazing piece to go along with the prompt. Very well spoken, with an incredible presence of depth. Thank you for your entry!














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