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Feb. 14 - an anti-love poem... the theme is love in today's prompt. |
The World has splintered Broken open and spilled out I am no longer the trusting soul That once was.... Like a Komodo Dragon Moving in after its kill, Determined and ruthless; The prey never sees it coming Until it's too late. My heart was grabbed in its jaws As it veered off swiftly Leaving me staggering.... And alone. It's hard to appreciate What was once so sweet and tender Now it tastes like cyanide Threatening my existence.... Gone is the connection Only barren wastelands remain. Lines = 19. Prompt for: Feb 14 (Ren/Fyn) ▶︎ |