Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXVIII
This week, post a poem of that isn't necessarily your favorite, but it's a favorite of those who read you. Winner is decided by likes and us. As usual, 25 bucks is paid to the winner. Go.
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i was wet
though dry as a bone
the water was clear
but it stung
my eyes as if it were toxic--
maybe they were
maybe we all were..
i could swim
but what was the point?
i was a flounder
in a bathtub of gin