Challenge
Challenge of the Month VIII
Running. You are (or your character is) running from something. Or running to something. Or maybe you just left the faucet running. The theme this month is running. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
I Run From The L Word
Head wrapped in thorns and flowers
'cause selfishly, I’m all I want.
I swear to the heavens and the hells
that my heart is blind to sentiments.
I run from the vulnerability and commitment
that most crave.
Death of my own kind
I do not tear,
but collapse into pot holes
stuffed to the brim with sigh and shrug.
At birth
most are dealt the Queen of hearts
and attach
themselves to the symbolistic face value.
To them, love is a card.
I flip it over and shuffle
to regain composure.
The only time I pick up a deck
is at parties, in which I remain nameless,
where my mind runs on empty.
Easy escape.
One touch
and I'm off to the races
with a torch in my hand
and thorns in my hair.
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