An Honest Quiet's Second Set

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"and I'll be working in a coal mine, going down down down..."


There was this envy, and a hand held out anyway. Making sure her pinks stayed pink even as I mixed in my small quanity of yellow. This envy and this Queen of Wands ~ the barking on the inside, the soft smile on the comfort's kitchen table. Everytime it needed me it slapped my hand away. And everytime I needed it, I got its wrists, perhaps an elbow and a hip ~ but that was it.

Lip gloss and a tress tossed. Chin squared and an our loss.

Mine, at least. It seems to say in whispers from some mountaintop. Fingertips touched to my lips instead of tears this time. Now I'll just watch from years behind, and watch and watch and watch, just like she has always done.

Congrats to my love's protoget. An honest quiet's second set.