tucked away in the smallest of closets
the child in her bellowed; holding fast to the promise of
an aging hyena’s sly smile, fully prepared
to deny those few strands of self
still clinging to pumping calves
on her steady decline
she left her name at the doorstep
along with her unbound fate, dropped
what little truth she had
into the blossoming weave of her mesmerizing colors
& displayed her heart for rent.
Whata delight for the readers to envision the scene in their minds. I can well relate to the “pumping calves of my own steady decline!”
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Oh no… I hope you’re past that and on your way up again… thanks for the visit! 🙂
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Great use of the words. Bravo. I loved this
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great lines of:
Tucked away in the smallest of closets…
she left her name at the doorstep…
dropped
what little truth she had…
& displayed her heart for rent
got me. Randy
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed!
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