Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXXIII
The Antidote. To what? Anxiety perhaps. Or loneliness. Or some other poison. Write about an antidote. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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Poison Box:
I don't need any poison. My poison box - walks in my pocket. Sometimes I take it in my hand and read the messages inside. At this point, my hand trembles and I die of poisoning...
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...my phone falls out of my hand...