White Bread
A stale moment frozen in time,
Like outdated pie,
or feet too scared to dance.
or feet too scared to dance.
Those monochrome days choked in the smoke,
Like unwritten lines,
Creating boundaries so oppressive to the soul.
Boring.
Like white bread.
- T. M. Crone
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White Bread was brought to you in conjunction with Magpie Tales. Read more vignettes and poems from writers prompted by Stanley Kubrick's 1949 photo.