Wordle #76 “August 31, 2015″

Week 76

She embasans, cool water

Enveloping her cinereous curls.

The phlegm in her lungs

Rattles in its sombre cage.

There are few that recall her youth,

The candor of her once volitant eyes.

She is dull and sterile like a set of jarred teeth.

The sanatorium is her home

Her mother, her father, and everyone of her 7 sisters.

She rises from a claw-footed coffin

Rivulets rolling single file down

Her jaundiced cheeks. Inside her heart gurgles

Like barley soup left too long on the stove.