Inspiration: Tired! Sore!
Word: Sulk
She Sulks
as the world around her does cartwheels
to an endless beat of nullity
She eats spoonfuls of exhaustion
imagining it to be energy
She waits
for the clack
of the smooth feathered hen
to wake her
at the sight of a friend
she extends
to her bud
and takes a cool long ride to ecstasy
post for Jan 8 Saturday
p.s not all these poems are about me like most aren't
so don't assume...and I don't really like this one
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