Soon I will go;
years are becoming seconds.
I leave with no regrets
for even my failures are at peace.
And in this final phase,
I find these years are sweet.
I let go, one by one, of
that which no longer serves
me, leaving only the essence
of life until it, too, fades
as jasmine in the night
disappears at dawn.
100 word story
I have pain in my lower back, so you offer to give a massage. Your strong hands quickly find the source of tension and your circular motions on my skin ease the stress. As I relax, I become distracted by your touch and the way your fingers sometimes curl around my sides. A primative instincts take over and my mind starts making suggestions for where your hands should drift next. I know there are other places on my body that are in desperate need of your fingerprints. Would you be willing to help me release a different kind of tension?
Today’s Word of the Day is Trophy.
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The Reluctant Poet 