Let’s Shake Hands

He was oddly unsurprised to look down and realize that the thing in his throat was not, in fact, bile, but instead a hand, reaching up and grasping out at him.

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Lost

When you're feeling lost, where do you go?

RayTay in Poetry & Free Verse

• 8 reads

The Lost Cost

In the dusty dark night,

When everything is out of sight,

As you wander your way,

Where do you stay?

In the light of the day,

Is there something to be gained?

A life to sustain,

What is your guide?

Or must you hide?

When around the next bend,

Is where sanity ends.

Or then are you safe?

In its lonely embrace?

What is the cost?

To no longer be lost.

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Challenge of the Month XXXVII

Give us one page of a book, story, or poem of yours. If it's a poem, it can be up to two pages. We don't care if it's already something you posted. For the big, fat $100, put up your picked page or poem. Winner will be chosen by Prose.

RayTay

• 15 reads

Sir

I’d ask you, sir,

For your sodden crown,

Your high horse stables,

Carry you around,

Your hands are tied

Your feet are bound

So I’d ask you, sir,

For your sunken name,

Your family shame,

Your loveless gains,

Your lost games

I’d ask you, sir,

For legacies long-lasting,

The hardships steadfastness

Your faulty business

The lacking cast list

I’d ask you, sir,

For heartless

Sharpness

For callous

Solace

For your broken scepter,

Lost receptor,

Do you accept, Sir?