For today's prompt, write a snapshot poem. When I think of snapshot, I think of a photograph or painting still life. The poem would bring this particular moment to life. However, if you have another interpretation, I encourage you to follow your muse.
Going to try a shadorma for this one.
Prom SnapshotPoints of blood
In her flashblind eyes.
Meanwhile, he
smiles, and she
worries what he'll do later.
Sometimes pictures lie.
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