Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXXIII
The Antidote. To what? Anxiety perhaps. Or loneliness. Or some other poison. Write about an antidote. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Until Tomorrow
Talk to me, he said
As he laid beside me.
I could almost feel
his heartbeat as if
it were on my chest.
Tell me what is wrong, he said
and the silence made me lose
my breath while
I could hear his like a storm
yet to hit.
What can I do, he asked
and in his voice I knew that
he already had done it.
Goodnight, my dear,
may dreams come easy,
I said
and
hung up the phone.
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