Feb 25, 2021
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Can’t Stop Moving
24 February 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt: moving expressions
Can’t Stop Moving
Midnight was when I walked. Dark streets illuminated by overhead lights,
raining down on me one photon at a time. Counting the shadows
as I tried to outrun them. Cutting the air with the sharp edges of my face, thrust forward into the night, daring anything living to get in my way.
