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Your character looks back over their shoulder one last time, wrenching themselves away: a last goodbye. What are they bidding farewell to? Respond in poetry or prose, real or fictional. [Photo by Luke Porter on Unsplash]
I fight everything
To not turn back
To not run away
But my eyes still
Land on her face
My feet become rooted
In the ground
My heart twists
In my chest
Every day he woke up to his alarm at 7 made some breakfast took a shower and got dressed. Every day he’d get to work 10 minutes early at 8:50 and brew coffee to get himself prepared for the day.
Salty.
I lick my lips, trying to clean my face. Then I remember, I am not a cat. I lift my hand to my eyes to dry the tears the old fashioned way. They are cold. I am holding hands with myself.