Poetry, prompts, Writing High Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on January 1, 2018March 6, 2018 It was in the loss of control she found her high, rules given to others who cared, not her, when her soul lays bare, she attempts its containment, knowing a call will beckon again, to release, feel, give in. Emily © prompt: “Control” Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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