Napowrimo Day 7: Money

Today’s prompt is to write a poem about money. Must be a short one today because unfortunately, money is something I don’t have and therefore must spend the majority of my time working for it.

it hunted him in his sleep
it crawled up his skin
it was in his blood
and he shook from fear
of the day when it may leave

the green scent smiled
and hissed its way
into his soul

2 Comments Add yours

  1. C.C. says:

    The imagery of the green scent hissing its way into his soul…this is a clever description…very vivid.

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