Oh. Man. My intention was to do a zentangle drawing on the even-numbered days of October, but I accidentally wrote a poem instead. And it’s a dark one. Oh well.
Today’s prompt is millstone.
Self-Execution this millstone ’round my neck is like an anchor dragging me to the bottom of the abyss I will never be able to extricate myself I am doomed to drown here unnoticed unrescued unmissed it’s my own fault I did something I knew was wrong I have no one to blame but myself I have no right to associate with good people my momentary satisfaction wasn’t worth the price of my self-respect and reputation I am my own judge and executioner I know the only just sentence no other recourse but to disappear to throw myself into the depths weighted down by my guilt and shame no longer a blight upon the earth