and it came to pass
that there was no more pity for the beautiful
all their wishes had fallen to dust
unfulfilled for aging
stripped of cared for meaning
faltering under a savage hunting moon
yet nothing compared to the unrelenting sun
coming daily
too seasoned in his chase to hate
or to be angry because for him
it was simply an ancient game of tag
to catch the life left in you
his final move at the moment of caress
to step on your lower jaw
and pull up on your upper jaw
forcefully enough until your mouth split apart
your tongue speaking how you have loved him
at the last moment before your silence
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The word for today is
aging
Use it in a piece of writing, or to inspire a piece, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read what you write : )
