Daily Promt: Apocolypse now


Fleeing (Day 4)

Day 4 challenge: Write a poem using the words: blue, mistrust, half, twang

I struggled a little bit but I came out on top. Here it is:

Sliced by a knife

Mistrust in the air

 

The lowest of lows

And highest of highs

 

Prick, Twang, Drip

Half a morphine drip

 

A blue-lit night  

On a hospital floor

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