The Words She Wore
When she first spoke, words were leaden with bookish facts sandwiched with rehearsed one-liners like a stiff, over-sized suit: It was pressed, it was clean but could not conceal her slouch and anxious smile, with pointy shoulders and boxed silhouette heaping years onto her youthful façade. with practice and wheeling seasons she continued her quest for knowledge exploring the narratives of sages uncovering truths from storytellers, playing matchmaker for her ambitious neurons, phrases, and clauses. soon, her words became a faded, well-worn band t-shirt fitting her like a glove mapping the uncharted curves, twists and turns she always knew her mind held. *Originally published on Virgogray Press
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