The five w’s Day 1

The sides of the old oven shriek in pain and despair, As steel wool battles the years of greasy buildup black blobs of goo stick to the sink, unwilling to give up the fight Morning sun warms the wood floors and her feet, and beams glint off the silver liberated from life’s mire. Join anytime

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Her balcony. Solitude. Soundless snowflakes. She leans forward, and her tongue peeks out to taste the loose snow. The feel of snow melting to water quenches a thirst. For what? Childhood? Simplicity? Freedom? Her unhappiness persists without reason. It’s always been part of her. It adds depth to the show she puts on for others.