2nd place in Round 113,
Rain on the horizon, cold on the bones. Emotions swirling, twisting around my mind like a warped vine strangling all thought. Accountability is lost in a sea of irresponsibility. Rain pelting the landscape, cold skirting the hardening ground, creeping over skin, darkness grows. Appeasement brings affliction, hardens the heart. Cold twines all limbs in a coil of despair. Face to face with Poe. It grows from the feet to the shins to the knees. It is numb. Lines: 18 |