I am spent
drops of
paint dripping down
the empty canvas-
no longer.
Don’t stop.
paint-slicked skin
finger to lips.
think.
I am spent,
like the final coin
that falls into
the slot
and starts
our favorite song.
That’s it.
Let’s dance
Slowly.
Hand in hand,
Eye to eye,
So, worth it
in The End.
This is my poetic entry for Friday Fictioneers where every week we write 100-word stories in response to this prompt. This week’s prompt is presented by none other than our fearless leader Rochelle.
For more stories click the (about to be) painted frog:
Anne Higa 
paint-slicked skin is lovely, very evocative.
Lovely!
I love this, Anne. Spent like a coin…well done and the music is a bonus.
Shalom,
Rochelle
interesting use of poetic metaphor. Well done.
Lovely imagery.
This was truly lovely, Anne. Perfect musical choice, to boot.
Beautiful