She stared at her wrists
Impassioned with her decision
It was a conscious choice
One she salivated over for weeks, months, years
Accepting the fact she would never be a sortable sort
She just wanted to sleep
Forget
Everything
It was a charming concept
A flutter of thought that refused to go away
There, she sat
In the hotel
Wishing she was somewhere else
Venus, maybe
The moon, mars, even the sun
Then, she looked to the windowsill
The view was dark
It was night, afterall
She noticed the sunflowers
Suddenly, a glimpse of promise
A glimmer of hope
What a terrible thing
For those exquisite sunflowers to witness such a senseless tragedy
Inspired by the word prompts offered by, https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/09/wordle-214-2/
Sortable- someone you can take anywhere without being embarrassed
Sunflowers
Windowsill
Charming
Impassioned
Conscious
Wrists
Salivate
Venus
Sleep
Hotel
Flutter
What a great story woven out of these words
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Thanks a lot, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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Great poem!
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I appreciate that!
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Heartbreaking and beautifully written
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Thank you so much 🙂
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