Put that thing back where it came from
or so help me! You’ll break it and tear it to
pieces. I’ll heal a new one in time but I’d
rather I keep it whole as it is too.
Put that thing back where it came from
or so help me. You stole it and I belatedly
noticed when I saw you with it. I don’t know
how long nor when; for now it’s yours only.
Put that thing back where it came from
or so help me—I’ve gone and lost so many.
How will this end and after, what shall come?
NaPoWrimo April 19 prompt, a poem that starts with a command. It could be as uncomplicated as “Look,” as plaintive as “Come back,” or as silly as “Don’t you even think about putting that hot sauce in your hair.”
Flipped Serendipity 