Trifecta.
Hello, Writers and Dear Readers.
Look at what we have here... Three off the top to make this morning dream-like and drunk in the alleyways lit with poems and beauty, and the steel breath of these writers.
Here's the way to it.
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And.
As always.
Thank you for being here.
-The Prose. team
The Pursuing Light
The darkness had been consuming me.
And I liked it.
But it was taking me further than I'd agreed to go.
Cut. Cut. Cut. Deeper this time. Cut. Cut. Cut. It'll take away the pain of being alive and not living.
But a light was chasing me, trying to pierce through my darkness. I ignored it.
Until I didn't.
Once I took hold of that light with both hands, my darkness scattered and I finally started to live.
Pumpkin Spice
If I were blind, I'd know it was fall because of the pumpkin spiced coffee. Its seasonal flavor bursts onto my tongue while hot, pumpkiny, and frothy.
Standing under the sky, I'd feel the painted leaves as they fell from their tree. I'd feel the autumn wind dancing on my skin, wild and free.
No, I wouldn't have to see to know the trees have shifted. Because clothes get snugglier, and all the limited coffees gets taste tested.