Challenge
with a dash of salt~
write a poem with ONLY TWO SENTENCES~ Good Luck my little hellhhounds~
Same difference
Is it death
that stalks me
daily
slipping into sight
just beyond
vıew so that
I jerk my
head
again and again
to catch
a glimpse
of eyes
or hands
or distorted
visages
that melt
into
shadows
and light?
Or is it
merely floaters
drifting
in a sea
of vitreous fluid
bending and
twisting
the world
my nearly sightless
eyes
barely see,
coloring
outside
the lines
skewing
what is
into
what
could
be?
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