she knitted her fingers in front
of her face and wept softly
he saw her tears roll down her
cheeks individually
she kept knitting didnt wipe them away
he cared deeply for her
however he didnt know what
he could saythat he could to anything that might answer her Whys or pleas help
her alleviate what wormed in her heart and guts which he couldnt have imaginedforeseen unless he
was an emotionally-attuned antennae-spiked freak
freak wasnt too strong a word comparatively
the life hed known was blunt
force and trauma
it fixed him to be who he was
he figured everyone is either
forged delicately stitched or grown with the apparent ease of a wild plant
later he teased in letters in private
conversations he considered emotions he blunted or were
blunted sheared or cauterised the trauma
of drama
the word he teased
was drauma
he knewnot that he could be but knew people who were unfortunately wove knitted
suffered cloaks made from fabrics of dramatised trauma
comparatively he believed or understood draumatic people were wells an he was nothing more than a rut scratched in hardscrabble earth
2246, Twosday,
6 10. 20
1147, Thursday,
8 10. 20
Free Wishing Well
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