Member-only story
short poem
I had a fistfight with Time,
a knock down, drag out, fight,
punching and kicking and pulling hair,
night till morning, like
Jacob wrestling the angel. . .
Only I didn’t get a blessing,
I got two black eyes,
sagging face,
a limp hip,
a mind that can’t half remember.
But Time walked walked away all pretty and proper,
perfect hair,
wrinkle-free suit,
like nothing ever happened at all,
Looking straight ahead,
Perfect jaw and cheekbones,
not even a bloody knuckle,
like he doesn’t even
remember beating the s*#t
out of me.
Inspired by Jk Mansi prompt for Chalkboard, but needed more than one line this time:)
