Scribble

I feel obligated to speak,

write and scribble

but an exhaustion into my bones has seeped.

I droop, this descent seems natural

ordained by the world.

She walks by. Emissary from normality.

A quizzical look, to which I know no witty reply.

I look away, but follow her ankle’s echo.

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