Way She Felt

by flammeusgladius

The Way She Felt

“Why do you think I feel this way?” she said.
The shrug we gave was perfect eloquence—
The sort of absence all the empty dread.
“Way do you think I feel this way?” she said
Again. And our refusal to be led
Into the trap was then our sole defense.
“Why do you think I feel this way?” she said.
The shrug we gave was perfect eloquence.

–Tom Riley

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