Wordle #14 Chrysanthemums

Wordle 14

She crushes men as chrysanthemums
The scent of phantom tears choking
The air like a brontide, the growl
Twinkling between her illegitimate ribs
An omen incomprehensible in expense

She sips red tea, her red lips quivering
Like a mawkish string
She was such a beautiful child
Given to palaver and dance
Detested for her genetic gifts
By those who bestowed them most all

She is aberrant only from want of affection
She grazes on uncooked nettles
On pawns with their pink palms pinioned
She cannot arrest her cruelty
She cannot fathom the human forge
The incessant hammering of her heart
Against fine white china

Love that inures and fails always to last
The unbitten pear hard and acerbic
She hangs by the crook of her knees
Knowing that she too shall rot
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It is unseasonably cold so I don’t think we’ll go swimming. I am wearing a jacket indoors haha On a more pleasant note they have an outdoor cat, I didn’t think we’d see her much but she is very snuggly and has spent most of the day with me she doesn’t care so much about my writing though ┬áthat interfers with the neck scratches haha

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