Mar 10, 2021
2 min read
Flying Butterflies
Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt: what wounds look like as they heal
No amount of reassurance will change what happened, hurt will eventually grow. This little wound will take small steps to change in shape, to take up more vital space. Yet, every misshaped confliction makes it a bigger ellipsis. And there always comes a second time, where it cracks, probably silently, since anything haven’t…
