a place for all of my poetry prompt poems for the first five years. |
| so not a real ode the toy is real though once upon a time it squeaked now its major draw is the way it hemorrhages stuffing it bleeds cotton polyfill blend gutted it lays awaiting unkind attention no more eyes it looked funny no more ears it did not listen anyway no more mouth it talked back too much No! Don't throw it away! 14 lines prompt ▶︎ |