She ran her shrunken fingers across the stains on the apron of her effort ,
Like a child in a rare admiration of dirt's glamour,
She dipped her crumpled thumb into her sooted tongue and licked the juice of grief ...
She wondered why her frantic efforts at life and enterprise never earned his emotional comfort nor his conscientious goodwill...
Nothing has changed except hope...
It appears cloudier...
©broken verses
™Tom
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