Annual
Gross..
Don't read
Listens, words, her words
It is miserable to understand for the sake of ignoring.
To the right
pointed, veins of neck strained, tensed up abruptly without a moment of rest- it is the sound of wind, relief, "I" dropped head of mine. Shakily, fingers straightened but hardly mobile; so, I released it without his permission.
revolted, I fit the shrinking feet of mine in flip flops that smell like the ground in public toilet; but I, quickly learned that
a woman's place is nowhere near where he stands. Though loved and never complained, she turns her back and bent that "used- up" back of hers: scratched up with marks that covered up the aging skin, scars, and... grossed out
Hands full, eyes drooping. She reluctantly equips mitten, kitchen, no others in sight; however, no dishes prepared.
"Hard as a rock. I really was. Really was capable of stomaching anything; but, but anything costs me everything. It is a contract, get it."
Stands, she chose. Sits, she regrets. The formation of life becomes unpredictable as pennies of her piggy bank are emptied.
Hands full, eyes drooping. She reluctantly equips mitten, kitchen, no others in sight; however, no dishes prepared.
In the face of beauty she quietly settles her "Cloche" on the table: the same table that's remained unfixed, with cracks like distance between her wrinkles.
tempered air gushes out of her nostril, and lips "peddle" when calls are answered. "please don't-", "sorry, sorry, I won't move then."
snow white finds her glass slipper with an invite to his mansion; unwillingly, and barely, she fits her feet in- the movement, too overbearing, causes her torso to overheat and she soon evaporates.
In the face of beauty she quietly settles her "Cloche" on the table: the same table that's remained unfixed, with cracks like distance between her wrinkles.