Written for WCC September, 2009. prompt is the link at the top of the first post here: http://www(dot)fictionpress(dot)com/topic/1867/726853/21/


we're

well,

nothing more than

strangers:

complete nothings,

hopeless

like prisoners

nobodies?

hidden behind a brown cloth mask.

let go

give in

embrace

and

explore;

let the darkness overtake you.

we're strangers

we're always alone.

no more.