Crumpled sheets and tousled hair tell
story of a night
spent tossing
about
in
bed

March Writing Prompts

love
used
to have
a language
of its own – no more;
cupid mourns the lost alphabet

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112

your
love
has been
turbulent
ride for me so far
heart yearns for pockets of stillness

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112

do
not
let a
pregnant pause
linger for too long
it gives birth to misconceptions

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112

all your cynical assertions
fail to convince me
that it was
somehow
my
fault

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112

I
am
trying
to hold on
to my crumbling thoughts
should I save ‘love’ or ‘sanity’

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112