Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #18: Write about murder. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
murder in the city
I did not keep my life that night,
Hiding away from prying eye,
Though I did try with all my might.
Even though I was cowering in fright,
It was not out of grief that I did cry.
I did not keep my life that night.
I felt like I was a string-less kite,
Despite not getting quite as high;
Though I did try with all my might.
I ascended into the mightiest of light.
I felt free as I soared through the sky.
I did not keep my life that night.
My physical form suffered quite a plight.
My inhales shook with my end nigh,
Though I did try with all my might.
On my exhale, I relented, I stopped my fight.
My heart stopped beating, my blood ran dry.
I did not keep my life that night,
Though I did try with all my might.
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