Flash fiction written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry.
The pen
Pages torn, thrown into a light of
spiralling
Might, incandescent streams of being; we
are
Born individual, respected or adored; it
is
The choices we make that define us.
Bring the
Nightshade, happy in its existential
knockout,
Fruitless but serene. Wake it, lest it
vanish
On the back of this dying tide. Make it
last,
Lest these days are but a pretence, a
lie
Before the curtain drops on an empty stage.
Before the curtain drops on an empty stage.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 17, 2018
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