She has the same look about her,
or so it seems
when she tilts her cheek just so
and the tides shift,
shrink in on themselves
so ashamed by her disappointment.
Uncanny, how similar she seems
reflected beside me.
I’m skipping over the Day Sixteen prompt altogether, mostly because I was procrastinating so much about writing it, that I wasn’t going to get anything else done with my day. Instead of caving to the voice in my head telling me that the hallway floor could really do with a mop, I’m merging Day Seventeen’s moon prompt, with the #WeekendWritingPrompt from Sammi Cox. That’s two birds with one stone, and now I can try and move onto the next thing on my to-do list and the hallway floor can wait.