3rd in 5x5x3 Contest (Sponsor: Miranda Hawley)
Judged: April 26th, 2025
I have had this fear. It started as a rattle. I would rather not self-diagnose- worry my afro kinks straight. I let it pass breezily. In my room of metaphors I closed the door, shut out the attitudes of reality: Bold, beautiful, young, and restless. I wasn't mindful of her, She and you, or us. Our contact disassembling, just contract... tempers like daggers over lactose. "I'm unavailable!?" because you were penning soliloquies for the stage.
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