Day 7 Prompt: Cold
Cold Hands, Cold Heart

Day 7 Prompt: Cold
Day 21 – Write a poem on revolution
Day 12 – Describe your life using only the titles of your favorite songs.
Of course, with credits!
My finger runs across my palm, searching for callouses.
Day 8 – Talk about freedom and the evolution of its meaning over the ages – the personal, the political and the in-betweens.
Is freedom a state of being or a journey?
You kneaded me, tried to shape me to your liking, extra-thin crust, light sauce, easy on the toppings, bland. Your well-intentioned hands smashed my skin, spread emotions evenly on a cold surface. Like a child, you tossed me in the air, filled my body with hope, weightless, dead space underneath me, knowing you would catch […]
Will this fog ever lift? I ask without expecting a direct answer. I check your pulse with two fingers to the ground, hoping for a sign of your healing. I quiet white noise with white light, silence the static of statistics to steal back a sliver of sanity. I feel your cry, though my hearing […]
Incomplete works: I have them.
If you do, too, you’re not alone.