Lion Head Mesa life doesn't always go my way

Nazli listened. She hoped to be of use - as that was her role, to be used in whatever way was necessary - and yet, as she heard the hymn she found herself swooning through each piece of it. Her mind emptied except for the voice of Senmut.

She did not know the deeper meanings of the things in the hymn. The lotus, the honey, if there was any meaning to it. She recognized the name Iset from some of Tavina's teachings from long ago. The sound of Senmut's voice came to an abrupt end.

It is lovely, she heard herself murmur, and then she let out a small chuff of laughter.
I do not know if I can add to it. A heart, a mouth, what else is there to fill?

A womb, maybe. Her face burned.