A daily and dire plea
A High-Ku Challenge Submission.
Protect love and life
From thy grandeur base to sky
Let ye hunger lay dormant
About the Creator
Dr. Constance Quigley
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” -J.R.R. Tolkien
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The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was me, but there was something warped, and that was not me. I narrow my eyes and peer into the narrowing eyes of my deformed reflection. I was off, and while I could see it in my reflection, no one else could see it. At least no one acknowledges it. Getting out of bed has become a chore. A chore I hate. After fifteen to twenty minutes of lying awake, staring at the ceiling and wishing I hadn't woken up, I finally shift to the side of the bed, legs dangling down the four foot high drop to the floor.
By Colt Henderson4 days ago in Horror
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Beautiful! You can feel the devotion, hope, and plea in this piece. Thank you for sharing this!❤️
Seventeen perfect syllables, good luck in the challenge
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