Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #44: You’ve been baited by the person you’ve been stalking. Held at gunpoint, you can’t leave, ever. Write about it. 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
the way I gasp for air
- I look at you.
This gun leaves me paralyzed,
I shed a tear and
I try to breathe.
I am trapped by
the invisible ghost of my mind,
I love you - I swear.
It's so violent and hard
yet beautiful to look
you in the eyes.
I am chasing old ideas,
the cracks of my lies,
the edges of my mistakes,
and my ten thousand tries.
You dragged me here,
I whisper to the gun.
Make me want
to fall in love again.
The nudity of my feelings
flew with your holy doves,
I cry for my mistakes
and my ten thousand loves.
I do not want to die within you.
but I am a lover and like all lovers,
I am not afraid to die.
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