Tasting grimy dirt or wild stray hair
Hearing feet shuffle, fitted with slippers
Feeling not the slightest touch
Seeing neither heads, nor tails of much
Smelling my fate, in the corner, as a penny
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Heartfelt and relatable
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Eye opening
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Zero grammar & spelling mistakes
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
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Writing reflected the title & theme
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
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Comments (4)
This one hits deep—so much packed into so few words! ✨
Love the imagery especially "Smelling my fate." Very visual and I can imagine it deep inside ^^.
Wonderful✨😍
Oh so deep. Love the last line, the penny.