Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah


They are such pigs.

I cannot stow
my soliloquy,
no longer cordate.

I prayed this was just a
Alas, it’s







I find myself in limbo.

Do I bend?
Sacrifice accountability
– to myself and others;
Just to tick a box?


I can’t tear ligaments
off my mental state any longer.

After all,
They are but pigs;
I choose integrity.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #179. Words: pig, stow, limbo, malaise, tick, cordate (adj. heart-shaped), mental, soliloquize (v. talk to oneself), aghast, accountability, transition, ligament

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