Running to the last chapter
her faith was diminished
craving the remarkable
she held out her book.
Opposite end of the stage
the old lady took insults
striking her walking stick on the cold floor
knowingly mouthed, one day you will be me
the winches and pulleys started to fault
her future breathing, for all to see.
NaPoWriMo 2026 – 18/30
Charlie Ann Alford 