Wallowing - rec by @DARICE

laying across the couch, forlorn,
the back of my hand on my brow, worn.
one arm dangling, heavy, my regret,
a sigh escapes, an exasperated threat.

I channel a lady, fainting, from days of yore,
a Victorian soul, wallowing once more.
her sensibilities, rattled and torn,
in a world where respite is so often scorned.

and just as I gather comfort, my plight,
a sharp ding echoes, another blight.
a text from my car insurance, so tame,
a reminder that life is still playing its game.

oh, so quaint, and how clear,
even in fragility, mundane duty draws near.

 

 -- because sometimes you need to bask in the dramatics for a while to feel a little validated~

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