She meanders with a heavy heart
down the passage of lutalica, a world apart
that makes her feel less mediocre.
An assail-ant, greedy insect, skins a razor,
holds it against her helpless cheek,
where the indent will linger for a week.
Instantly, rescue emerges from the shadows,
wielding trusty bow and arrows,
the Robin Hood of obscure sorrows.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
A whimsical little rhyme in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #148