Friday, April 3, 2020

Gloves Required

I want to go back
to the old world
when broken
skin meant wash
and dry, slather on
antibiotic cream,
slap on a Band-Aid,
and move on
with my day.

Don’t want this 
new world
where broken skin 
denotes the way 
my life 
gave in to one 
last breath.

Photo of rubber cleaning gloves by recyclthis
May We All Find Protection

For today’s prompt, write a new world poem. There are new worlds and there are new worlds. You could write a poem about discovery of an actual planet. Or maybe your new world is actually a state of mind—or a series of books! In a way, I consider each new challenge a bit of a new world. Let’s explore this one together.

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