Writing Prompt 2 – Brian (29)

With potential’s passing

hand and welcoming embrace,

the broken bright, cracke me

open slow. Another body pillow

soaked in sleep walking trails.

The loose leaves fossilized.

When they read, years later

maybe they can tell folktales

of these minor triumphs.

I am a mighty mythology

taken in vain .

I asked God if she needed a drink…

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