Your words
belong here, too.

This week, begin with a line from Closure. Write a poem, a letter, or a story that answers it in your own way.

“I got closure - but somehow it doesn’t feel like it. The road has ended but my heart had left me before I could quit. Sorrow manifests itself in the wounds that had been carved before, they feel like worms infested in an open cut - memories can be scarring, a nostalgic whisper of what could’ve been if things would’ve been how I had imagined.”

You choose your name. You keep ownership. Pieces appear only after review.