I am back on prompt today with the challenge to write a poem of negation – one that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like.
The Unknown
It’s not falling into a black abyss
or the red mouth of a hungry bear,
nor an ice slice between
your shoulder blades.
It does not even resemble
the peeling away, layer by layer
of your skin or the slow, gentle
degeneration of your heart.
Never before has anything
felt quite as exquisite as this.
When at last the evening comes,
and you are ready, it will encircle
your form like your first shawl.
And when it’s all over,
you will be amazed
and wonder what it was
you were so afraid of.
LyndyH 
Wow- was not expecting the ending! Well done you…
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