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It is slipping away from her,
It is slipping away from us all.
So futile, so ephemeral.
And yet, she clings in vain
For one final, pathetic breath
A breath of fear, of pain, of agony
Of hope.
There she struggles amidst the indifferent tides,
There she lost the game.
A game of chess with the Reaper.
That is the game we play,
A perpetual, inevitable checkmate.
So ephemeral,
And yet we cling in vain.
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #48: You’ve won the election. Summarise your manifesto in a micropoem or haiku. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #itslit #getlit.