Chalk Contours (Day Twenty-Three: Gratitude)

The empty space spins like a drill tip aiming for my skull
providence lost in a free-fall
a doom spiral unraveling
with a pit of vipers like a halo around my head
I’m stuck drawing self-portraits in chalk
trying to decide which outline looks better on the bathroom floor

Prompt: Gratitude

Written for OctPoWriMo 2020. 31 poems, 31 days.

Well, okay, so I took the prompt concept in a different direction. Rather, I chose to explore the other side of the gratitude coin. I know, I hate being self-referential as much as the next poet, but when it comes, it comes.

And of course WHEN it comes, it comes just like this poem does.

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