poetry found in Michael Stalcup’s one line prompt. I hope this is acceptable :)
head hurting withpainful repeating thoughtsmessy red exhaustiontoo tired to get up…
the snow
the train would've been better.She wanted time, should be working
Tumbling through the snow day,turning out breath: fall ironicallybehind the natural…
Tyler thought of yanking—didn’t want to, but his hands were fast. His thoughts…