Weekly Writers Showdown #3

Fine

 

Let’s do it your way

 

Let’s commit, give up dreams and breed

Let’s have a mini me to see the end of eternity

Let’s have a love child to hide

All our fears and insecurities

Let’s call it true love

 

Lets get married

Lets have a child

Lets perpetuate the demise

Of humanity

One lie at a time

 

Let’s buy a condo

Let’s move away

Still silent in front of shows on tv

The ones we dare not miss

for fear of seeing some reality

 

Let’s get married and pretend for the world

That we know the future

That we know what’s best

That we will be happier than the rest

 

–  Julia-lee

 

Ice Fog

 

This morning it was -28. Coming down across the bridge the ice fog was taken so high off the river that it obscured the other bank and all its buildings. It’s an eerie circumstance a misty frozen curtain being lit by the rising sun. I am late again, this time because there was no heat in the car. The only way to make the fan run was to pummel and pound the dash. There is nothing that rage can’t fix.   

 

The tepid sun is as tired as I am and spring is entirely too far away. The future is obscured in icy mornings there is no tomorrow only now, snow has been, is and will remain. It is now that I most envy bears.

 

– Byterman

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