A Notice
Published in
Dec 14, 2021
Prompted Poetry Challenge — Daily Special
Your death came
in the mail
one month after
you took your last
breath
in the cold grey ICU room.
I read the letter
wondering if it had
gotten lost before you died.
Cancer preyed on you,
dividing your cells in half until
nothing was left except
for a grain of your soul.
A grain I have long since lost
when I heard your Last Call.
© Hope Carter 2021. All Rights Reserved.
This is in response to Ravyne Hawke and her Promptly Written — Medium poetry challenge every Tuesday and Thursday for the month of December. Her daily special is here: The Daily Special — Dec 14th. Poetry Prompt | by Ravyne Hawke | Promptly Written | Dec, 2021 | Medium.
