"Fingers bent like hooks
Rigid against damp fabric
Frozen with cold
Twisted with resentment
Eyes stare like blades
Half shut against rain
Moist with self-pity
Hard with anger
Legs clamped like vices
Shivering against icy wind
Postured in defiance
Stiff with entitlement"
Sharon Paine 08.05.2014
Yes, this is absolutely about me having to wait twenty minutes for The Squire to fetch me from the station this evening! My car is very dead and I, princess of all things, has had to resort to public transport! The horror!
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