Wordle #95

Week 95

I relish in her downpour,

in those dolorous eyes shedding

their irrelevant fears.

A more supple adversary

I have never faced.

More hibiscus than human,

I wait for her in the garden.

I hate her, I elicit her,

my heroic smile fading

before her stone cold heart.

Debt has made us bitter.

We were sisters once

time has yet to deaden

those sentiments but we

are crueler now, less certain.

Sometimes, when I am alone

I forget how unpleasant she is

and I reach out to her claws stowed.

I don’t have a sister so no worries this is fictional haha