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Challenge of the Month XII
The Finale. You’re living on the streets and want it to end. Write about your last moments, why you’re over it, and how you’re about to go out. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
Ended March 31, 2020 • 230 Entries • Created by Prose
Challenge
Challenge of the Month XII
The Finale. You’re living on the streets and want it to end. Write about your last moments, why you’re over it, and how you’re about to go out. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
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Submission to Flame
It's a hard living.
Living lower than human.
Begging for mercy
in streets covered with death.
Sick of the sickness.
Ill from the misery.
Exhausted being the vagabond.
Diseased with melancholy.
The oak stands tall.
I am an ant.
My torso is thinner
than its limbs.
Gathering myself
To the point of letting go.
Whispers of death
haunt my lips.
My knees give out
At the feet of the oak.
The spark ignites
and my spark goes out.
The tree cackles.
Crackles with flame.
Goes up in an inferno
of silent submission.
Done with this world.
Thinking of futures to come.
Longing for departure
to my final home.
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