Parting Shots

24 February 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt: moving expressions

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

Sling the next song like a discus, rewrapping exhausted plague air with a new mechanism, a new terrible pressure, lack of contentment, be real in the turning away, getting lanced by the glowing little wire just waiting for the scream to erupt in the tiny clinic room, sucking it back in, scowling at the semi-permanent nail polish