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Angel of Death: Brenda Arledge Poetry Prompt Response 53

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Alyssa is an avid reader, writer, and coffee enthusiast. She loves sharing thoughts, ideas, and creative writings with the world.


As I finish this, a storm is blowing in. The trees are rustling and the sky is ominous. What a perfect day for writing! It's like I planned the whole scenario. For weeks, I've had first and happy sitting in my mind, trying to come up with something creative. Every time I sat down to write, the words refused to appear, as so often happens. I don't want to jinx it, but it all seems to be working today.

My response to week 53 is the usual, out of left field you have all come to know from me. Several months ago, I had a short collection of poems I wrote for submissions. Unfortunately for me, I didn't save them or screenshot the notes when I had to reset my phone and computer. There was a particular spooky piece I wrote that I've been trying to call back to mind. Of course, the words are lost, but the feeling remains. For this prompt, I tried to embody the feeling of that lost piece to create a unique take. I hope you enjoy it.

As always, a big thank you to Brenda for these prompts!


ease in,

test the water.

A dip of the toes,

thrill of cool delight.

Shivers of ecstasy trail down my spine

as the blade slides along my tongue;

glint of metal

reflected in moonlight,

an absolute masterpiece.

A perfect fit,

the hilt in my hand —

covered in rich burgundy

like scattered rose petals:

the symbol of true love.


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