Lion Head Mesa cobalt

suffering, lashing out, keep away. it all read clear as day and the truth was there was as much comfort in being away as there was being near.

if she kept herself confined and away, others may whisper but they would not see.

if she stayed in the public eye, they would whisper and see.

so she would be content now. a sudden happiness to be near bedridden and have another for her physical tasks. it would be easier. she could hide and brew for longer.

i won't, and for once it was truth, spilling over that exposed heart. will you bring me something for sleep after you tell him?

it was the last thing she would ask of the dark woman tonight.