If only the depth of my love were effable.
A chasm etched by a perpetual fall
An orchid sustained on plasma and neglect
I sway in the susurrus of your erect halo
In the helical persuasion of your copper roots
A bijou in the hands of a ruthless merchant.
This is my first attempt at a Cherita (a completely new form to me actually) and I decided to combine it with this week’s Wordle which is just madness but I managed to work all the words in. My story is a little abstract but if you have ever read any of my stories they are abstract. In the simplest terms it is about a woman who is seen as a possession, She knows that she might be traded in and that she is not loved but she’s gotten herself in too deep. This is fictional.