#3 Poetry 101 Rehab : Day



Is the day

When they take me

To the hospital,

The day they will

Induce me with pain,

But will tomorrow,

Be that day?

The day I get to hold

My precious baby,

The day I get to

Hold her tiny hands

And toes,

The day I embrace

Her fragile little body,

Is tomorrow

That day?

This week’s Poetry 101 Rehab prompt is Day and I could not help but write a poem about my impending delivery which is scheduled to take place tomorrow. Though it is not going to be the way I imagined it to be, I am a little relieved and worried at the same time. This poem may not be much but it is quite special because I am about to bring a special person into this world. It symbolizes hope, anticipation, fear and love. What if tomorrow is the day? I am getting goosebumps already! Hope you guys enjoy this one.


This post is a part of Poetry 101 Rehab (Mara Eastern).


#4 Five Sentence Fiction : Changes


Robin sat the foot of his mom’s bed, holding her fragile hand tenderly as she did not take his dad’s abandonment the same way he did. He withheld his unshed tears, made a promise to her and to himself that he was going to take care of everything, take charge of their lives and his. With his dad gone, unpaid bills would stack up, his sister would need to be guided and he would have to turn himself into the anchor of the family. Everything was going to change and he feared that the worst was yet to come.

This week’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt is Changes.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

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#3 Three Word Wednesday : The other man

He glanced at his concubine, sprawled on the bed, revealing her milky body to him. She looked inviting and he was tantalized to spend the night with her in the little apartment. He did not care anymore, not of his wife or his children. He drowned himself in her sinful caresses and let her swallow him in her whimsical journey. He wanted to feel passion, raw passion that would make all the pain go away, just like that. How light it felt to not feel at all.

Somewhere, someplace filthy, his wife would be doing the same thing with another man. But why does the place have to be filthy? The thought comforted him in some way that she could not afford to hide her consort as luxuriously as he can. His blood boiled when he thought of her scandalously beautiful face pouting at the other mongrel.

His family was so broken that it was beyond redemption now. They had an unspoken agreement and somehow, they seemed to abide by it without any obstacles. The mutual understanding between the spouses was maddeningly peaceful. This should bother him, but he chose not to care, right? And yet here he is, wondering what she was doing with the other man. He hated her for that, because he could swear that she would not have second thoughts after jumping in bed with that bastard.


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#3 Five Sentence Fiction : Isolated


The light peeked through the cold bars as she fluttered her heavy eyelids, dark and drooping.

She hadn’t eaten the rotten bread they served for three days and the walls of the cell were closing in on her.

She hugged her knees to her chest and dug her nails into her thighs, wanting to feel the pain and blood.

She wanted to drown out the sounds of the pounding of the hammer on the stone and the constant cackling of her cell mates.

Central jail did not agree with her and she wanted to flee the wretched place.

This week’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt is Isolated.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

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#2 Poetry 101 Rehab: NO

‘NO!’ She screamed
As her head bled
Her feet drooped
And she thudded to the ground,

A carmine pool
Fluxing toward the earth
Dampening it lavishly
And mercilessly,

‘No! Please let me go!’
She prayed, hands raised
For compassion
But received none,

They shoved her
Into an inscrutable pit
A place where the old palace
Rots and simmers in the sun,

‘No’, she whispered
As the mud mingled
With her breath
Silencing her forever.

This week’s Poetry 101 Rehab prompt is NO and my poem is about a murder of an imaginary woman at an abandoned palace. I was randomly scribbling notes for a short story but decided to turn the scene into a poem instead. Hope you guys like it.


This post is a part of Poetry 101 Rehab (Mara Eastern).