One of my favourite types of prompts. Write in any form but you must include the following words: Icicle, Crest, Shimmer, Condensation, Murmur.
In Which Things Break
I, wanderer in murmured tones, I, picture
on crest of another boy’s heart - cherished memory
yellowing in the middle distance of time, I
shimmering fool’s gold bright in the icicle
blue of his eye. And still, we break ourselves to
the sound of an exhalation as lips sew themselves
together - the condensation of what could have
been, wiped from the fragile shards of glass
in which he held himself. Outgrown now, shedding
this; I, buried in a shoebox, I, name that soursin the major key, I, whisper. Half-remembered.
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