16h
Flame
teardrops a
birthday candle,
stuck in a cupcake's blue
frosting. Mom just finished the
happy birthday oration—happy
birthday to you, dear Timmy—
It's time for him to blow out
the candle. He's nine.
His Mother:
Time to blow out the candle, Timmy!
Tim blows it out.
She asks what he wished for.
He says he doesn't wanna jinx it
Patting his leg, she says:
Good idea, honey. Enjoy your cupcake.
No I'm okay, your mama doesn't get hungry easily baby.
Timmy wishes to live.
teardrops a
birthday candle,
stuck in a cupcake's blue
frosting. Mom just finished the
happy birthday oration—happy
birthday to you, dear Timmy—
It's time for him to blow out
the candle. He's nine.
His Mother:
Time to blow out the candle, Timmy!
Tim blows it out.
She asks what he wished for.
He says he doesn't wanna jinx it
Patting his leg, she says:
Good idea, honey. Enjoy your cupcake.
No I'm okay, your mama doesn't get hungry easily baby.
Timmy wishes to live.
I had an idea about play-ish poems. Kinda prose-poems, I guess. Decided I should start experimenting with that. Thoughts? Also I made the first stanza in the shape of a teardrop, not sure how noticeable that is.
