Tessa, Things Fall Apart

She’d confessed to him–after
the mess, place all tidied up,
that one secret let out
–then the door swung open,
in came the nurse, waspish
as usual. Turned out

he’s had a stroke, gone all
rigid while she’d been all
bound up in herself, and so
she’d call a doctor, no more
mooching–hadn’t they known
all in the fullness of time.


Day 27

“Write a falling apart poem. The poem could be about a crumbling house, tree losing its leaves, or a car that’s breaking down. Of course, people break down and fall apart all the time–in both large and small ways.”



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