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Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #49 : Use this sentence to inspire your piece of poetry or prose: "We are all broken." The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Mrs. Humpty-Dumpty
She'd seen the ads for that special glue...
(You could put it on top of your hard hat—
Glue yourself to a beam.)
...late at night, while she'd sipped from a
secret bottle. (He didn't know she hid gin
Behind the bag of flour. Why was there flour?
She never baked.)
And she wondered, as she gazed at the shattered,
jagged shards of her once-perfect life
(Who would glue a hard hat to a beam?)
Whether there was enough fucking epoxy in that
squashed-flat tube (in the whole wide world)
to piece the shards back together.