Wordle #231 “The Fish in the System”


He loved her and it was enough

though society devised many methods

to prove to him otherwise.

His world was yellow and brown

sometimes he looked over the fence

at the teeming pits of AstroTurf beyond

and thought a little green would be nice.

Years passed like a sentence,

next took precedence over now.

And my god how he waited

trying to connect, to tell the tales

chilling steadily within him

but never speaking, dealing

only in salts and butterscotch.

Night applies itself

to such sinister ends

when first we tame

ourselves to pretend.

The day that he joined “them”

was the last day that he lived

and even she grew distant

though she neither left

nor stopped loving him.

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