Day 7 Prompt: Cold
Day 26 – Write a poem about an object
My finger runs across my palm, searching for callouses.
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 […]