Beaded whatchacallits ribbed the lining out of her tall coat. She would emote on cue just shy of language storage in her sleep. Retrofit the lines of ode made small to twirl around the bodice. Intake shifts the soul impeding groundling thoughts and wares. Shelf-life houses warbling in thirds. A piano milked her strenuosity to prompt formed allegro playthings in breach of mother lode. Each window forecasts a flash of imminent retreat from the pull of plastic shores. The warp and weft of hibernation echoed salt ingrained and rough against the skin. How might normal be unglazed when morning lines the suspect haze?
Omnipotent fracture, indebtedness, fresh yarn intake
Sheila E. Murphy
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