POEM STARTER
Submitted by marlovely
Life in Your Hands
Write a poem or short story about if you were death and had to choose each day who must die.
Where the rice grows
nimble bee
hum’s at the beginning
of the rains
in the paddy fields
where the lavender girl
and little brother
moves under the bees
clapping wings
boxing through
heavy rainfall
of the misty morning
a crack in the planet
is all she could hear
after the Plink noise
that drowned her ears
her tortured eyes
screaming
breath trembling
as his thick blood welled out of him
his breathing
continued without pause
evaporating
her every thought
while the hunter straightened up
a cold thief
without the intention / of being so
Where the rice grows
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