She could not speak, so the heavy sat soemwhere in her back, a heavy girth - shoulder width. It was a vowed silence, rooted deep. Like some turned key glum around her neck, each step trudging heavy.
Between the thoughts + threaded, lapsing fading ways. In the very slum of it, she could not see a way to give it back.
Someone elses' trouble. Emotional-prison-complex. Pride +avarice. Arrogance+judgement; spat out and spewed upon her through the gap filled teeth, of an openly proud mouth.
She had taken the turn, stayed for the sour and rotten. Open ended brief. The shit of others. MB
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