the mask drops
on her face I see
scorn; hits me
she felt the need to humor
when she wants to flee

saved by skin
of teeth, the storm had
been brewing
her digs were
getting frequent – cream I used
the poet I was

In response to The Sunday Whirl’s Wordle 308


not a more
painful plight is there
than see her
cringe away
from you, she who had promised
everlasting love

Daily Prompt – Cringe

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