Sunday nights
slowly transforming
into...
you'd think
the world was asleep
preparing for Wall Street-paced
Monday destinies
please...
as the story goes
there's no rest for the wicked
…and she took shots of caffeine like they were 170 proof
…and the snowflakes landed on her hair as she slammed her phone shut with unusual violence
…and she smiled, and she laughed, and she cried, and she pointed and laughed
…and she lived cliché
but she did it with such flair…
Author notes
g l a z e c o v e r e d
A contest entry
- 4 Day Round Contest: Monday by crivanea.
400 points, ended September 23, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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best i've read from you so far..much progress in your writes...lovely...i especially love the ordinary emotion in this original piece..the way you portray emotion is stunning
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