Written for the Sunday Whirl, Wordle #185

words:  cold, satisfied, joy, spark, slash, grey, jaded, way, rain, standing, sun, burn

Never satisfied,
no spark of joy.
Too cold in winter,
burnt in summer
sun. On grey, rainy
days she stood looking
out the window, cursing
the way her life
had turned out. She was faded,
jaded, torn up inside like
the curtains she had slashed
with a kitchen knife one day.
No would would trifle with her
affections again.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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1 Response to Bitter

  1. 1sojournal says:

    Had some difficulty finding you, but managed. These words seemed to sing a dark tune to many of us. I like that she is strong in the end, not defeated.



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