Challenge
Challenge of the Week LXVIV
Write a conversation with the person, fictional, historical, or currently breathing, that you'd most like to meet. Winner(s) will be featured in our weekly newsletter and homepage, as determined by the Prose team based on writing skill and creative edge.
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And I am tired, you disappoint me, tirelessly
Aching, like the ungreased nuts and bolts and gears
Of an old machine, creaking and waning
Like the heart you so desire
As you say so
i am tired of
your accusatory stupor
And I’m tired of your belligerent sobriety
When you flail your arms
And your face begins to droop
so whatever do i do,
to please your unpleasable fiend
So stay away from me,
Your touch remains toxic
but all I want to be, is the care
of which you have forgotten
And all I wish
Is for you to exist
And you cannot whisper the things
That the elegant gale of the night does
When I am laying volatile
And disheartened
for the first time
i am sorry
And?
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