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.
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The Search
I traversed the modern world -
in seven days and seven nights
there were no rituals I’d left unseen,
no sacred rites gone unperformed.
If I must wake up tomorrow
hardened like a diseased heart or
stiff like muscle two days after death,
it won’t be for lack of trying.
Silly me, working against destiny
for the selfishness of my own needs -
the shared fear of the human race;
what will kill me? what will kill
the ones I love?