My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends — It gives a lovely light! -Edna St. Vincent Millay
Prompt by Airplane Poetry Movement:
"Write a poem from the point of view of a bullet leaving a gun."
I was launched.
I really didn't know why
Do you feel my fading arms around you?
I can't find the right filter for my photo!
I cannot choose between a million options
I cannot get rid of my FOMO.