Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCV
You have an hour to live: GO. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Open Mic Scream, Redux
In my lifetime I have seen people come and go
and I want to embrace them all
in Times New Roman font, a nod
to my education, a final farewell in my last hour
while going back to relive just one moment, when
my creative writing professor
told us that to pass her class we needed
to read a single poem out loud,
at a public speaking event in which
I was at that bar downtown and
my lips shook reading my last few lines
at the open mic, screaming internally
without making a single dent
in the oncoming silence
a testament to my spiraling inner monologue
in my last hour, between a dusk and dawn
not willing to leave the earth
without a nod from the audience
I get up, grab a microphone one last time
and speak my truth, though my voice
shakes, eager to get the A
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