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 12 years and 5-year-old son. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77 View more posts
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