Stop! Deal with this now, speak to me, please.
The secret is worming through as it rots your soul. We are not them.
We were wiser but the amber eyes didn't trust nor believe we might be the answer.
No amount of motherly chirping could convince her to be ours. The screaming of a raptor reached its crescendo and its departure.
There were no happy endings. She could not believe in that possibility.
Written for The Sunday Whirl Wordle