Wednesday’s Words

4 Aug

Holding back a chocolate scream,
she closed her eyes until the neon color passed.
It was always like this – a power play
of who was right and who was put in their place.

She pushed emotions back down
into the shadows and smiled a symphony
of happy light.

Hoped for a shift in thought, a silvery
shimmer in choppy waters. She didn’t see him letting that happen, though.

Concentrated on perfecting her backstroke instead.


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