Prose Poem #5

By Shad Daniel Marsh

I spend the day at the window, watching nothing happen in the street while the cat stretches out on the bed and pretends not to notice. At night we switch places. It has been going on like this for what seems like an eternity. Every morning I wake to find a collection of tiny skulls that she has left for me at the foot of the bed. I ask her what it all means, she smiles and gestures under the bed where she is building a fortress in miniature, each day it gets smaller-- her little citadel of bone. "Climb in" she says "I'll make you into the corner stone."

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Shad Daniel Marsh's fiction will appear in the upcoming flash fiction anthology Blink published by the Paper Journey Press, and his poetry has appeared in The Pebble Lake Review, Artvoice, The Muse, and various other places that you have never heard of. He is currently unemployed and looking for a job. Offer him one at shad.marsh@gmail.com


	Prose Poem #5 By Shad Daniel Marsh I spend the day at the window, watching nothing happen in the street while the cat stretches out on the bed and pretends not to notice. At night we switch places. It has been going on like this for what seems like an eternity. Every morning I wake to find a collection of tiny skulls that she has left for me at the foot of the bed. I ask her what it all means, she smiles and gestures under the bed where she is building a fortress in miniature, each day it gets smaller-- her little citadel of bone. "Climb in" she says "I'll make you into the corner stone." ____________________________________________________________ Shad Daniel Marsh's fiction will appear in the upcoming flash fiction anthology Blink published by the Paper Journey Press, and his poetry has appeared in The Pebble Lake Review, Artvoice, The Muse, and various other places that you have never heard of. He is currently unemployed and looking for a job. Offer him one at shad.marsh@gmail.com