Monday, 30 May 2016

The Prisoner's Letter (May 29, 2016)

If
You're reading
This.

Then
My muse has escaped
From this inferno
Of Hell
On Earth.

How
I don't know.

But
She has.

As
I write this
On a scrap piece
Of paper
Lying nearby.

Not knowing
The next time
I can write.

If
At all.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: An exercise, to break up, my writer's block, caused by, the nasty heat wave that has southern Ontario, under it's grip, for the past week and showing, now signs of letting up, soon.

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