Today I woke up in a state of
irrational dismay that perhaps...

Write me like a poem
that the world will read...

There are pieces of me
on the couch...

And suddenly everything was grey,
including yellow...

They wore upon my spirit,
not in the way that hurricanes hit...

I who have always found ways to escape,
skilled at filling gaps and stitching...

The title is the name of the Challenge/so it's a...

Music, birds
death and life...

They, on chairs;
say the road seems narrow...

Do not read between my lines-
no more...

She had a face of salt,
her features were fading away...

Colors dripped on the surface
like goosebumps on tender skin...