You are the reason for my silence,
The reason my breath struggles
Despite the clarity of its course.
Such exceptions are not for me to judge
But I exalt them nevertheless.
Whatever the content
A heart will grind its gears
In the presence of temptation.
I cannot recover the warmth
That once inhabited my limbs.
What was red is now white.
What was naked is now smeared
In its own leavings.
Pitiful is the girl
Who rejects humiliation.
Blustery air does not seek refraction.
A wool mitten serves the flesh
Whatever the inconvenience imposed.
The foam in a mug of hot cocoa
May in moments of madness
Pass between my lips
But sugar is palatable in many forms.
The imprint still remains.
Have become my only distinction,
These shivs of bone,
These ribs which pierce
That which they hold most dear.
Blood sipped at a high altitude
Is as clear as vodka,
As poignant as nutmeg
Once advanced a moment
Will not be undone.
I own a dress that simpers as it hangs
Only age can reinvent such nostalgia
But I am not as hopeful as it suggests.
I do not even want you to pass
The threshold between dreams and reality.
I am only a child, an oyster without proof.
I am late! I actually found this Wordle a real challenge and oddly it wasn’t the inclusion of nacreous and refraction that made it so, it was the scene suggested by the words.