Wordle #134 “December 19th, 2016”

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I watch, barefaced,
as she lapses into reverie.
There’s not enough swill
to keep her pain from surfacing.

Amphetamines and wherewithal
the fourth rule applies
but it doesn’t satisfy my sense of shame.
Avarice just doesn’t age well.

I swallow the incoming tide,
the sanguine and anemic
her smile relents
into sandpaper laughter.

She, in all her wildness, divides me.
I am irrelevant to her schemes
but necessary when it hurts.
One day we may even
hate each other but for now…

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