Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #311
Words: chains, throat, surface, mixed, burst, nut, label, matter, punch, simmered, color, won
Surface of her throat
was the color of red
fruit punch. Felt like
rusty chains were being dragged
over it. Fever spit, and simmered
in her head; she thought
it would burst open shooting
flames. Tough nut to crack–
bout of strep throat. At first
scratch, she thought, oh, a day
off from work. She soon had mixed
feelings about the matter. It was
not like she could enjoy
the respite. She was too ill.
Pills were hard rocks going down.
She wondered who they would get
to fill in for her. She had fought
tooth and nail to win her promotion.
Powerful woman, they labeled her.
Why then, was she feeling concerned?
Age. What if the sages upstairs
were planning to replace her?