Writing Contest

Due to a friend’s request I entered a writing contest. It was quite the quest and I gave it one’s best. Unfortunately it was a reject And very hard to accept. I hadn’t prepared to protect my heart’s gold crest from its bullet to the chest. A bullet proof vest had been needed from the vilest which I now need to digest and make sense of its infest so it may not continue to manifest and ruin my favorite zest and my soul’s favorite guests. My Pen and my Auto-Correct. P.S. Now that I’ve decompressed I no longer feel under house arrest I can now put my pen to rest, and enjoy my day off treasure chest’s fuzziest, happiest, coziest best.