Alright, so here's the challenge. Take your oldest piece here on prose, blow the dust from it, polish it and give it another life. Show us what you started with here. You can refresh, change its length, or simply edit your work a bit (especially if it has been years since anyone had a chance to see it) or just leave it as it is because for you it's perfect. And tag me so I can see your entry ;) Ps. I will join in as well
Maybe not the first, but close enough.
Did you know that two days in a psych hospital costs
$20,000, without health insurance?
I have hit rock bottom many times, my dear.
For me, hope is the thing with feathers.
A motto a la Emily Dickinson.
I sat through those literature classes
And didn’t pay twenty grand for nothing.
You can’t hit rock bottom with wings.