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ree!” I hate this part Yet diligently agree</p></blockquote><blockquote id="a0a3"><p>“You want to know what happened to the seed I suppose? Where it’s planted nobody knows. Not even myself. Too high to try and remember my misery from the last three December’s. There isn’t much more that’s my adventure.”</p></blockquote><blockquote id="685e"><p>He had the kindest eyes I had ever seen Yes they held a sadness Yet embodied a certain gleam I pinched my arm Started thinking it a dream Maybe he was some kind of futuristic machine I looked around at all the people They were mean I would pray for their eyes to feel the warmth of the sun’s beam</p></blockquote><blockquote id="f526"><p>I was about to get up and leave He stopped me Grabbed my sleeve Looked straight into my soul Asked if I believed</p></blockquote><blockquote id="5a40"><p>“Of course I do,” I reply. A tree erupted through the diner floor Busted through the roof Blew open the door</p></blockquote><blockquote id="4343"><p>I was in awe Let go of every flaw</p></blockquote><blockquote id="b303"><p>A miraculous sight I sat across from Jesus that night</p></blockquote><blockquote id="5e3f"><p>Written across the window’s frost It read, “You have been found. You once were lost.”</p></blockquote><blockquote id="f9a0"><p>I laughed Smiled My roots are now founded in truth Not denial</p></blockquote><blockquote id="2594"><p>Thank you for reading! I wrote this for the Pub Promptly Written a.k.a. PW. I was to write a fictional story/poem using the words: Snow, Charming and Diner. I would like to thank <a href="">Ravyne Hawke </a>(Lori) for her beautiful heart and prompts. I will attach below.</p></blockquote><div id="6b53" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-daily-special-dec-1st-ea5b7587ab78"> <div> <div> <h2>The Daily Special — Dec 1st</h2> <div><h3>Fiction Prompt</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div>

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PROMPTLY WRITTEN|DECEMBER 1st PROMPT

Famished

Seed Vanished

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He walked through the creaky doors Heads turned as he almost hit the floor

People looked away quickly Whispering obscenities, “Oh my God! He is a junkie or a hippie.” I went and helped him up Said he had traveled from Mississippi

Down on his luck I saw the deep lines embedded in his face A sadness in his eyes he couldn’t erase

I said, “Would you like to sit with me?” He half smiled Admittedly charming was he

He asked what I was doing in this old dump of a place I told him, “This diner is my safe space.”

To my own surprise He asked me politely to continue And I obliged Looked out the window Sun was about to rise

“One night in this desolate town. I was feeling alone. I wanted to drown. Drown in my sorrows. Drown in Vodka bottles. I had bought some powder. Waited until the witching hour. Went skiing on the crisp white snow. He caught on to my reference of blow.

Maybe I didn’t want to die. I just needed somebody to see the pain in my eye. To sing me a lullaby. To fertilize my unworthy seed. When I finally did he used me for his own selfish need. Planted that damn seed in the ground properly. Was doomed as it never blossomed into a tree.”

He looked at me and said, “Time for part three!” I hate this part Yet diligently agree

“You want to know what happened to the seed I suppose? Where it’s planted nobody knows. Not even myself. Too high to try and remember my misery from the last three December’s. There isn’t much more that’s my adventure.”

He had the kindest eyes I had ever seen Yes they held a sadness Yet embodied a certain gleam I pinched my arm Started thinking it a dream Maybe he was some kind of futuristic machine I looked around at all the people They were mean I would pray for their eyes to feel the warmth of the sun’s beam

I was about to get up and leave He stopped me Grabbed my sleeve Looked straight into my soul Asked if I believed

“Of course I do,” I reply. A tree erupted through the diner floor Busted through the roof Blew open the door

I was in awe Let go of every flaw

A miraculous sight I sat across from Jesus that night

Written across the window’s frost It read, “You have been found. You once were lost.”

I laughed Smiled My roots are now founded in truth Not denial

Thank you for reading! I wrote this for the Pub Promptly Written a.k.a. PW. I was to write a fictional story/poem using the words: Snow, Charming and Diner. I would like to thank Ravyne Hawke (Lori) for her beautiful heart and prompts. I will attach below.

I have posted a few other poems below if interested:

Kira Dawn a.k.a. The Gorgeous Mess/December 1, 2021/All Rights Reserved

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