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Sacrifice of the Knight

Cinematic Moments: September’s Prose Poem Prompt

I was confused by my rush of emotions that day, I could barely untangle them. Like my fingers splayed out in front of my face, shielding me from the sheer impact of what I watched on screen. Just like my fingers, my emotions splayed, spilling over the rims of my eyes.



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Paroma Sen

“Do not go gentle into that good night, but rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light.”