Elle (theroadtoelle) wrote,
Elle
theroadtoelle

Seven

Prompt:  Pick a number and write about it.

She told me seven was lucky,

like there was some spiritual,
cosmic,
magical reason.
Seven was a good number,
in the way that bad things
happen in threes.
Nothing bad
ever happened in sevens.

As I counted the wounds
that no longer seeped,
looking like special effects
from some B grade horror flick,
I wished I could tell her
she was wrong.
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