Another Day



Where your feet lead you be safe on your way.

Any day in her life was much like another

in the course of strife, in the face of bother,

in the eye of a storm sent to curse and flay

her mind in acts of its melodramatic play.

A car of infinite jest mocked her fine art

of lighting a wick of motivation at its heart

causing her to step from warm sheltering trim

to the pavement, to the street under clouds dim

with leaden weight and dire straight falling rain

soaking through her underwear in need of plain

wringing from stronger digits than hers, and

frigid was her flesh in want of a warming hand.

She pressed on, homeward to end yet another day.



Malek Montag

Rochester, 2016


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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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