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.
Tags: poems, poetry
Subscribe

Posts from This Journal “poems” Tag

  • Everyday cremation

    A pyre for dreams and discord, for savage expectations and risky opportunities, sends shadows to dance along the walls, entwined with the…

  • But you promised...

    Never have I wanted so much to die. A heartbreaking echo from years past whispered in my memories, of a time the sea tempted you to wade in…

  • Work/life balance

    He wraps himself in buzzwords like resilience and hustle, but I have to wonder if they bring comfort to an empty life.

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments