We’re counting down now.
Hour by hour.
Minute by minute.
Escape’s almost in our power.
It won’t cost you anything.
A prompt from https://herheartpoetry.com/2016/12/02/heartwrds-%C7%80-prompt-19/
The air bites.
Our breath smokes
Winter’s long wait is over.
She inhales a scent of memory
Old sweater that remembers the body it enfolded
Releasing comforting peace amid grief.
Thinking of a character in a short story I’ve been crafting, today.
Ah, you with your honeyed tongue
whispering words that make me feel
nervous of my sweet tooth.