a descent into poetry insanity |
| spring is broken, the robins freezing in their nests while buds shrink back into themselves, parks empty of children. there once was a virus from China that broke us without even try-na. and every news board like a broken record repeats itself time after time-ah how can there be breaks when no one labors? the offices empty and we break with inaction. and we break. line count: 14 April 14 prompt: "break" a sonnet somehow |