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An entry for Cards Against Authors week 1 prompt (January 7th, 2026). |
| Wedding bells are ringing And I am dying in my chair in the back of the audience I'm invisible, sitting there. How did this happen? That he'd be at the altar with me in the audience watching him kiss her? Ugh, of course I've done this, and messed it all up. I've even ruined this poem. It doesn't even rhyme right. I'm not his one and only, I don't even know him, Just who he was that night. Line count: 15 Poetry form: Self-invented/edited for use of poem. Prompt: " |