Tomorrow

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!

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