Challenge
Challenge of the Month VI: April
Something to Lose. What does it feel like to cherish something or someone with every fiber of your being? Is it terrifying, as though any second it could disappear? Or is it a source of comfort, solid ground to stand on, an anchor? Write about having something to lose. $100 purse to the winner. The best entries will be shared with publishers. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
This Muscle use to be malleable,
Like clay,
Being folded, bent, loved,
By grained hands
Folded, bent, loved
By killing machines.
This Muscle tightened
Like a rubber band,
Being folded, bent, loved
By his departure
Folded, bent, loved
By nicotine.
This Muscle hardened
With time,
Long, Transitioned,
A new state of mind,
Long, Transitioned,
Out of necessity.
The Muscle Died
With you,
Folded, Transitioned
Into black, from the blue,
Long, bent, loved,
From one who’ll never be.