I'm hidingWinding away from all the rosesDozes of mushy whispers Dispersing from his lips
Slipping too, I amGram by gram I scurrieFlurried by the defogging candlelightFighting frowny faces away to naked-ness
Submissive to the "flight"Fight is locked tight under the doorMore imaginary than hidingWinding away from all the roses
Frozen heartbeats, breath heldYelled at I've been, can't be mendedEnervated, my own heart lacksBack up roots, that forgot to give birth to more.
I bet I'm better off hidingWinding away from all the rosesWho chooses this destiny?Me, I've been yelled at.
-For the Sunday Wordle 96, working with words: naked, door, lack, hiding, held, scurries, faces, candlelight, root, imaginary, under, birth.
