POEM STARTER
‘And with a final bow, the thought was gone.’
Write a poem about a fleeting thought, ending with this line.
Bow
I started to bow but he cut me off.
Please don’t.
I feel awful making you bow.
No it doesn’t
I replied.
You secretly betrayed everyone and pretend like it didn’t happen.
His face fell.
I leaned in and whispered
But you know too much.
So I will stay silent.
Just know
that if you do anything out of line
I have the power to end anything I choose to
I do not love you
And with a final bow, the thought was gone.
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