A/N: Written for the Another Mega Prompts Challenge, writing prompts #10 - poetry collection that contains only prose poetry


Music Notes
II: tuba

The tuba is more of a coincidental pick for her but she pours blood and sweat and tears and it's the soil – the soil for her future in this club, with her friends, and to something more intangible she can't quite yet grasp. She's grasp it though. She'll practice and she'll dance amidst the seeds she's nurtured with her blood and sweat and tears and now sprout. They sprout and she'll dance amongst and play but at the moment she doesn't know how so they tramples them and then nurtures them again until they sprout and sprout and eventually grow.