NaPoWriMO Day 29, 2022

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Today’s prompt challenges us “to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.). I hope you find this to be an inspiring avenue for poetic and self-exploration.” (Full NaPoWriMo post available here.)

Here’s my somewhat sinister take on the prompt. Today is is my actual birthday, so this piece is my gift to myself, such as it is. Disclaimer: I love words. I cherish them and worship them and so on. But today they wanted to role-play and they asked for the part of the villain, so here we are. They are really very good words. Most of the time.

PS–The posted draft has expired, but here are some blooms to brighten your day.