a high backed sea came to greet you.
it looked a little like hell.
you’ve been there before
so you are not scared.
it parted for you. like the queen
you are. it bowed. it curtsied
watch the wolves they know the test
and what they don’t they sniff out the rest
Lying at the foot of grandmother’s armrest
Watching the rise and fall of her breast
Readying themselves for a feast
I can see something in his teeth
A gleam, a pearl, a bone, a key
Oh I think it might be me
I have had my dear readers my first official rejection. While it was not the first poem I have submitted this is my first response.
I feel kinda excited? Lol I know that’s weird but it’s like now I feel more like a writer. It’s hard to explain but I feel like I’ve changed from just an aspiring writer even though technically I still am. I feel like I’ve started to put myself out there.
Oh and I was just thinking that my short story didn’t get accepted but it was a contest. Can you still shop around short stories if they’ve been in contests? I wasn’t sure about that. What do you guys think?
I’m still progressing on the book though it feels like a chore again. I have about 30,000 more words to write and it is like pulling teeth for me to open the document. It’s like when I started. The bulk of the writing took place around the end of 2013/early 2014. But I will finish this book. I believe in the story.