Tomorrow rusts with the terror of foresight, that tomato-red infection forever tempting though we do not follow, born of antipathy, bred among today’s struggles, contented in hope for what will.
Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #117 – Antipathy with Sammi Cox. See more here!
My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My first collection of poetry, Paint the Living, Plant the Dead, is available now! https://amzn.to/2uNule7
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