i’m here for the poetry, the vision. unprepared
for onslaught, eyes wide open, waiting
for the scream.
flesh will never contain a pure
shriek. thought expands
beyond corporeal. matter
moves, or is destroyed
in creation. i’m here
for the poetry. entropy
is for sheep. i’d rather
be a wolf.
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33 words for the Trifecta Prompt:
In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it. Take it wherever you like, but make it original and make it 33 words exactly.
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die quietly, while another dies shrieking. Both were born exactly thirty-three years ago. Tranquility and peace marked the life of one; the other spent his days in a long and exuberant scream of delight.