Writing Fragment

Wonderment. You, out of a star. Straight focus clear, unpretending, asked me. Hidden behind my wall, waiting, willingly to bloom. Thank you but.

Symptoms. Alone, pretending you don’t care. Knowing your heart could pour and nourish any womb, satisfy any hunger. Tremble, silently, nightly, seemly invisible. Every so afraid ever so afraid.


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