I didn’t do a post for ’Something for the Weekend’ last week so there is no (2). I decided to call this (3) since this is the third week of maturestudenthanginginthere‘s virtual creative writing class.
The afternoon shined like a new penny on black asphalt,
She dropped her paisley scarf over the day to protect her eyes,
The light struggled to burn through,
But she wasn’t ready to dismiss
The quiet discontent flowing through her veins.
She disguised the malaise from others with dark shades and a tilted smile,
The unsettling turmoil inside wasn’t to be shared,
Simply sensing the tainted warmth
Outweighed the pain produced,
The thorned crown belonged to her and it wasn’t to be shared.
- Something for the Weekend (1) (randomreasoning.net)