Mar 3, 2021
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Experiential Convalescence
03 March 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt: what wounds look like as they heal
A grotesque flower growing out of every hole, sounding off to the universe, a fit of pique, Choice is draining out of the hand like so many coins into the pool, ideality and revenge, the nemeses partying here, soaking up the darkness for future sunshine, grief left in bags with the rest of…
