the irony was that her life had seldom
felt new and fresh however often
the world around her crumbled and
was rebuilt a static ennui worsened by
the recent cessation of all her bodily
complaints she lingered eyes fixed
somewhere above her prayer-book
in which dwelled a secret that left her
smiling satisfied as a cat cleaning
droplets of cream from his whiskers
a secret she never shared the cramped
letters fading now though clear in her
mind as the day it proved she had
been who she knew herself to be made
to show to attract to deliver and for
a slim moment while her famous lashes
drooped the present became electric
as the glow in her eyes until hungry
and aware of the damp chill creeping
through her soles she allowed the book
to fall closed and stood to leave
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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