Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #6 - In no more than 1000 words, continue this sentence: “Until now I’d lost all hope…” The winner will be chosen by Prose based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Bookmarks and shares will be taken into consideration, but won’t decide the winner solely. Winner will receive $100.
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Vanity Fair
Until now, I'd lost all hope,
Cement was poured into my heart.
With some things I just cannot cope,
To be stone is better than to fall apart.
Because I have been searching,
I have been desperate.
My body's attempt at purging,
Was to find a new tenant.
Someone to love what's left of you,
Right out of what's left of me.
The love between foreign sheets was my cue,
That I couldn't resurrect a memory.
I knew I was deprived of someone secure,
Who wouldn't put my priorities on a shelf.
Someone with the patience to always reassure,
...That's why I chose to love myself.