"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Monday, February 26, 2018
the undertow of the water heaves, curling my chest in brine nerves of pain slices through me as if escaping a firestorm outside, the sun stumbles behind muted clouds, scribbling jagged lines my forehead burning in sweat a soliloquoy of uncertainty disturbs thin air Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, a post of 44 words. The selected word is Burn. Thanks for hosting Victoria Slotto. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.