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Inktober: prompt 16: Angular

Uh, this is my 3rd one?

Oops?

Closed or open they see the smallest things

Intricacies unseen by just anyone

But seen by soft eyes

The way a mouth moves

A wrist flicks

Lashes kiss a cheek

So much is seen

But never talked about

Nor acted upon

Adorns your hair

I cannot help but to weep

You know not the message you send

The purple violet sits dormant on my tongue

Hoping I open my mouth to address

The reason we came to dance

But my bouquet of narcissus and rainflower with a sprig of morning glory keeps us apart

I think back to the pin I left in the water by my bedside

Moonflower and mallow, squandered by my own confusion

I settle into the corner

I weep once more

I know not what I can do

As you waltz across the floor with someone else

I cannot bear it any longer

I flee

And knock over a vase of linaria binpartita