wake up
on
edge.
You
threw
thoughtless sound
bites.
Axes
conviction-sharp,
stuck.
Falling
to the ground
around me,
are blades,
dulled by mis-use
and neglect.
-just an old prose poem, fiction today, whittled down for the 1 year anniversary of Monkey Man's blog: Sunday 160 Flash Fiction challenge. Visit his blog HERE and meet the challenge of a short story or poem in exactly 160 characters, including spaces!
Happy anniversary flashers!
mmm...the tongue is a mighty sharp sword when used carelessly...just what came to mind immediately...nice 160. will be back in teh game next week...
ReplyDeleteWhoa! I'm glad all those dull blades missed you!
ReplyDeleteGood one.
This was a nice 160. And that's a beautiful picture...:)
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking part in the first anniversary of the Sunday 160. Great post.
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