Clammy hands, trembling legsToes inching, lurching, stallingIt’s not the fear of…
Melancholy calendar squares stare bleary-eyed into the abyss —
What is it exactlythat you want me to write down?An artful formula, a golden ratio?
in response to
https://medium.com/chalkboard/heroic-fantasies-cb84ea18a40f
A response to Matthew Klope’s one-line prompt Learn
I bled myself dryto find a coloryou’d likeBut none of them…
If time hadn’t cracked open