-
-
-
-
My would-be contest entry ^.^ for my latest contest.
-
-
Free write
-
Waiting for prompt
-
-
3:30 on a morning as before
jaws dropped at the cloudy sky that day -
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
lick away the shrapnel
from withering illusions of -
-
-
decasyllabic quatrains, poetic line prompt
-
-
I dwell in the shadows of existence
Neither living nor dead I be. -
-
-
-

