Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #32: Write a piece of micropoetry about regret. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Angels
We sat, two
sentinels in the night--
the oil burning in
hungry simmer, the house
quieting to the ghosts' coming-
out, your pulse almost
edible. Goodnight, I said,
and left.
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