Nursing Home

Nursing Home

all of the red ball noses fell
from the rainy days gone by,
a trickling incontinence down
large veins between hanging
skin that shadows youthful

stories lost in a single scrub-
the nodding nurse trying
to finish a job and not visit
inside each humble chamber
standard with like furniture-

the past on the walls waiting
to be taken and replaced to
focus away from the same
assistance in life appearances
almost comfortable but fake.



"The Writer's Cramp"  13+: Write the best story or poem in 24 hours or less and win 10,000 GPs!


Prompt: Include the following in your entry: a red ball, a rainy day, and a nursing home. Please bold them to make it easier for the judge to find.


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