NaPoWriMo Day 5

Today marks me going back to prose poetry.  I thought it fit.

[Did you know that Frederic Chopin taught me how to dance?]

Did you know that Frederic Chopin taught me how to dance?  His fingers tapped piano notes on my back, a rhythm that guided us through fog so thick it may as well have been solid.  Clams, he said. We are like clams.  He held a pearl in his hand and tucked it into my hair, but it merely disintegrated into sand as he hacked up blood that sparkled like garnets.

Its a weird poem.  A friend wanted me to write about Chopin, so here it is.  Clams and Chopin go hand and hand.

~Laura

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