Creative Writing 9/7/21
Times New Roman pleads for an escape. It does not want to be found an accessory to murder, either. It copes better than you mopping the floor with your own tears. It cringes its nose, fights mirrors, and shows us all what it means to be more literal.
Something’s gotta come of all this ammunition being fired. Some bridges break when they extend the horizons of these pie in the sky, dreamers. Some remain resilient. That’s S to the second R.
Upset tummies separate the men from the boys and currently I’m coming up short. You don’t get another chance to pause the game. More often than not, you blow them away. On tough days you find yourself manning a shallow grave.