NaPoWriMo #26

Apr 26, 2012 19:59


LIMBS

Sara felt her limbs working all the time. She would whisper hello to them all of the time and thank you and good job.  Sara’s limbs appreciated the encouragement.  She used to cry at nights.  Planet-sized sobs that would turn her back and legs in ways that backs and legs shouldn’t turn.

Hello thank you good job.

napowrimo, poetry

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