Challenge
Challenge of the Month V: March
Close Encounter. A gunshot wound barely survived. A disease in fateful remission. A reaper, narrowly evaded. Write about a close encounter with death. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Hold on
When madness comes to drag you into darkness
when deaths at your door
When pain is excruciating and cant be bare no more.
When the wind of sickness blows through the door.
Hold my hand as I hold my breathe as the world tries to drown me
Always knowing your hand is holding mine , my breathe can last for a life time.
I am not speaking about god but my friend who is always by my side.
Dont let go of the ones who breathe you life.
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