Challenge
you.
I love the second person point of view because it is so universal: it could be anyone; it could even be ourselves. My challenge for you: write a piece of poetry or prose so ambiguous that the "you" could apply to anyone, everyone, or no one at all.
vacant hands
you made me think twice about my life choices, you stopped the hurricane in my mind and cradled a storm for me to fall into
you said the ocean was too deep for the likes of me
so you let me drown in a sip of tepid water,
that one sip was you
just a thick poison in your sweet affection, coated sugar served its purpose
your hands buried in my skin, your whispers sinking into the brain
lips against soft flesh and meaning lost in hollow bones
the punishment felt like a prize
until there was no more me for you to take
leaving me with new lines but without a shape