Ex. 313: Write a poem.

Morning came in title only

The sky remained black as night

No one breathes like this

No one lives like this


From the shadows poured tears

Of black wax. Hot and sticky.

Like monsters from the air,

A commune of bodies waiting

For more


But what did we have to give?

We were waiting too?

Our bodies aren’t needed here

Not for this.

Our bodies aren’t welcomed here

Not like this.


Blood and wax

Paper and bones

Slipping through an endless night

Maybe we want the same things

Maybe we want what the others have


But we’re all waiting

For anything like dawn


From 500-5-Minute Writing Exercises. Available in print and ebook.



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