I began each day filling a handled vessel to the rim. Through fog, thick as policy, I drag my burdens to a fulsome abyss. Again.
“You are no longer needed.”
“But—”
“No. Longer. Needed.”
I turn into the light and dance away.
I began each day filling a handled vessel to the rim. Through fog, thick as policy, I drag my burdens to a fulsome abyss. Again.
“You are no longer needed.”
“But—”
“No. Longer. Needed.”
I turn into the light and dance away.
Pryvate Parts 
“fog, thick as policy” is SO GOOD.
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I was imagining coffee at the start but realized that was only me wishing I had some. Then I finished the piece and smiled. It was a gorgeous take on the prompt. ❤
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getting to the bones of it, as you do. wow
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