Challenge
Challenge of the Month VI: April
Something to Lose. What does it feel like to cherish something or someone with every fiber of your being? Is it terrifying, as though any second it could disappear? Or is it a source of comfort, solid ground to stand on, an anchor? Write about having something to lose. $100 purse to the winner. The best entries will be shared with publishers. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Fallen
His eyes gleamed into Hers
The moment was passing
Falling
Falling
Fallen.
Time slipped from their gaze as one went to sleep
The other was forced too
She didn't know why she needed him
Whether it was his ego or his looks
Or both
Not needed
But wanted with utter desire
From both
Proven by both
But both knew one day when he woke up
She woke up
They woke up
From the heavy sleep from not be able to see the rose on his cheeks
Her cheeks
Everything was lost
In the abyss of his eyes
Her eyes
Their eyes
And they broke he and she down faster than a bullet to human flesh
He was looked down upon
She was invisible
And they brought he and she to shame
Dirt
Fuzz
Dust lifted by a finger and flicked into the air
Dissolved into the dark of the night
Forgetting
Forgetting
Forgotten.