Lion Head Mesa milkweed

truthfully, she could not bring herself to face another until well into the late afternoon.

she continued to turn away every face at her door. she continued to refuse things offered to her. she did not spoke a single word more than was needed, to keep prying eyes and ears at bay.

the sun had begun its descent by the time she followed down @Senmut's trail. her steps heavy, her eyes worn by her emotions.

yet otherwise she remained composed as she came upon him.

her need for him was perhaps exposed in how raw her voice cut.

hem,

she did not taunt him in these dark hours upon her.