#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 11 11.11.22
Prompt: write a scary poem.
Dare I? The chasm looms large, dark edges frittering, sand folding, feet too near, the wet of my back pools, prickly skinned neck ripples running my surface cold, goosbumps rise, mouth a dry drought, the moment arrives, dare I?
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Jump!
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Jumping ….. 🙂
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Nice.
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Thank you Ana
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I particularly appreciate the physicality of this poem.
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Much appreciated Liz.
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Fantastic poem
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Many thanks 😊
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