When it doesn't go as planned, yell "plot twist!" and move on.
Writing Prompt #1: What Can Happen in a Second
Some poetry are stories,
There’s no hidden meaning, the author speaks plainly, grabs you by the hand and takes you on a journey.
Some days, she smiles
and I’m whole again.
Pen scratches, dirty dishes
It happened again,
An unwelcomed guest
Crossed paths before
Cut, cut, cut
the young girl’s hair falls to the floor.
You ask yourself, who will I be now?
Seeing is believing.
A sea of red in a crowd of voices,
people who were once separated.
How very studious of you
How very productive
Pour another glass, tuck yourself in
You have nowhere to go
no one to see
Not in this world
She speaks and swallows back the words
as soon as they leave her tongue,
a delayed censoring.