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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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stwesten

Until Tomorrow

Talk to me, he said

As he laid beside me.

I could almost feel

his heartbeat as if

it were on my chest.

Tell me what is wrong, he said

and the silence made me lose

my breath while

I could hear his like a storm

yet to hit.

What can I do, he asked

and in his voice I knew that

he already had done it.

Goodnight, my dear,

may dreams come easy,

I said

and

hung up the phone.