I spent a perfectly exquisite April day prepping for my colonoscopy tomorrow (Monday). If you’ve been there/done that, I don’t have to describe it to you. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m not going into the gruesome details.
Anyhow, the day twelve prompt at Poetic Asides was “write a damage poem.” The “prep” certainly damaged my Sunday, but I wrote about something else instead:
ASSESSING HER DAMAGE