Hello, Writers and Dear Readers.

Today, we feature one of our resident legends, thanks to a request by another one of our long-time writers. They know who they are, and so will you when you click the link below. The title of the video slightly gives it away, but just slightly...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzS14lqNo7U&t=7s

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

running for hours

is the car far behind?

noises in the woods

racing in my mind

he can't get me again

i enter the hotel

does he know that i'm here

is that his car? i can't tell

panting, ans sweating

the cleark asks if im okay

i describe what happened

his height and his face

i go to my room

empty and silent

except the sound of a fan

i get in she shower

and wash off the blood as best as i can

a sound from the closet

run out the door without any clothes

his tall dark figure

pulls me in, the door creaks to a close

i sceam bloody murder

this town wasn't safe

the last thing a saw

was a smile on his face

[i tried, the town idea was hard haha]

How long does it take a drop of rain to find the sea?

How long does it take to discover

true love?

How many seasons must come and go

before the soul finds his mate?

One thousand?

Two thousand?

Three thousand years?

How long does one wait?

The Soul is blind to skin color

Blind to Ethnicity and blind to creed.

If it takes more than a lifetime,

another Three thousand lifetimes,

it will always be worth it.

Three Thousand Years of Longing…

Sometimes

I go to write

and there’s a fire

in my brain

i can write

and burn to death

or extinguish the fire

and mourn the unwritten

Breathe today

H.O.P.E

Deep in my Soul

3 a.m.

I Need

A Cure

Right this Second

Dissolving Time

This is Not

Fully Alive

Bleed

Choke

Silence

This is what it feels like

Losing you

Bring on the night

As I Sleep

Away

The Light.

chocolate silk

draped over

inky cream

delicate seashell

pressed to rib

long form

read slowly

warm scent

inhaled deeply

drowsy heaven

now found

In the hands of abuse,

chained to a lifetime of suffering.

For you to feel power & a temporary ego boost.

Imprisoned in what is now my private fucking hell—

each brick you used, my pain produced.

The horrid things that you did, left me forever changed & bruised.

There’s no breaking away when my mind is a prison, no matter how many screws I loose.

Fallen to the ground, begging the devil, god—

I don’t care who, praying & crying for karma to hand you a personal noose.

Flashbacks of your actions that I drown in—

of the physical, sexual, emotional, & mental abuse.

I would sell my damn soul just to have this torture taken from me & given to you.