after another
month of silence
I dial the familiar numbers
“I was about to ring you”
chirrups sweet as solvent
from her prosthetic tongue
tight-lipped
I dream of reversing
this silent discord
this dull new texture
in our friendship
some inconstant breeze
riffled without cause
our yummy sharing,
the sweet gurgle of late
night conversation
bitten off laughter
slumber parties
bitter as an unpickled olive
I stepped away
not just from her
but from the words
"best friend"
the hollow clang
of my stubborn resistance
when even the most wonderful
step into my path
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #238
Words:
Tight-lipped
Inconstant
Texture
Yummy
Reverse
Gurgle
Pipes
Solvent
Olive
Prostethesis
Clang
Discord
Out of the Cave 
“I was about to ring you” – I didn’t think you could get away with that one after a month 😀
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And yet she tried so many times. This olive is still bitter, Mister Bump. 😂
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Nailed it! Well done.
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So much conflicting emotions. Very good.
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Thank you. 🙂
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The words blend effortlessly. I feel the same laffy taffy frienships at times. Pulling away and hoping there’s enough give that at some point we’ll come together again.
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Thank you. 💕
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This packs a punch. You can feel the disappointment and and sadness and resentment in the imagery.
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I like this riff on friendship; ‘the hollow clang’ hits hard
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Thanks. 🙂. Did you know (this is totally unrelated but I thought you might appreciate it) that the stem cell in bone marrow is called the haemopoietic (pronounced heemopoetic) cell. It feels like something writers should know. 😃
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no, I didn’t know; but watch out, it may pop up in one of my poems 🙂 thanks
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😃
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