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Challenge of the Month V: March
Close Encounter. A gunshot wound barely survived. A disease in fateful remission. A reaper, narrowly evaded. Write about a close encounter with death. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. 
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Faithe

The Angel’s Curled Lips

I have fought so hard.

Now I can't see right.

I see my humane best friend.

-From the other's perspective-

He's in so much danger:

He isn't in his right mind;

He has fought too much tonight,

And just beyond lays the biggest wall.

He is so broken;

He's been through too much.

I've been here watching,

But now, I need to intervene.

I warn him of the dangers,

And I express myself and my opinions.

Just because he doesn't care enough about himself

Doesn't mean that no one cares about him.

I've always been here with him,

Even though I have given him space

For the past two years.

And I won't leave him here today either.

He's hungry, I know it.

And I don't mind.

I would do anything for him;

I love him.

I move in

And kiss him,

Despite that he can't stop himself

From doing what he's tried so hard to prevent.

For you, I will risk everything.

Use my smile, my love,

Take it and run with it.

Save yourself.

I offered my life to him.

I gave everything to him.

It'd be a "stylish" death,

But I'm still alive, and watching over him.