HR 1 – Text Prompt

Write a poem about something ending. It could be a relationship, a stage in life, or the apocalypse. The details are up to you.

 

The End

I read tarot cards, goosebumps, and the subtle shift in your eyes.
I am a contortionist of compromise,
folding my needs into palatable, paper thin morsels
that melt in your mouth.

By the time your lightening strikes,
I’ll be miles away. I won’t be hit in the same place twice.

The patterns of your behavior create thick grooves in our relationship –
it doesn’t take a palm reader to understand your priorities.

The end will surprise you.
I started preparing for it
when you stopped pretending to love me.

 

 

One thought on “HR 1 – Text Prompt

  1. The emotion layered through this is so powerful – the sense of you predicting that the end is coming and being ready for it. The phrase ‘folding my needs into palatable, paper thin morsels’ just broke my heart!

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