Challenge
Brought to you by My Crippling Mental Illness™
Hello, Prosers! Today I bring to you a line that I tend to use quite often. Your job is to interpret it how you wish. What does this line make you think of? How does it relate to your life? Make it funny or make it sad! Poetry? prose? Anything goes! Bonus points if you make it funny AND sad.
My garden
White linoleum
The smell of bleach
The smell of shit
I can't sleep
They won't let me.
When the collard greens
Rise up again
Breaking through the snow
I know
I too can rise up through
Like my garden
Every day is a season
Each night I die
Each morning, I am born
Like my garden
I will survive.