Day 225: Prose: Somewhere Someone
Somewhere someone is knocking on the last door they will every touch.
Prepared with a speech they came up with in the shower that day.
And little do they know they won’t say more than a few words,
Before it’s all swept away in front of their faces.
Their eyelids will be covered in soil,
Shovel-full by shovel-full.
words and images 365.
