the first words, starting coming

hours before the starting~gun

as I drifted off to sleep

 

I started the morning

Beginning with The End,

of yesterday.

 

the bittersweet cacophony

ringin’ in my head

“note-to-self for next time”

never skip ahead

 

As the hours passed us by,

the succulent sadness

set in

 

Twas the beginning

of

THE END

 

©2016 Amanda Potter