All She Wrote

On Monday she starred at me merrily with a sly smirk as the minions murmured, “soon,” and strode off like skittish mice because that’s all she said and all they knew. On Wednesday she watched the swallow weep as the sea whispered, “shut up, ” and weathered into a shortwave because it was whipped and whomped. By Friday she sipped a Freefall with substance CN as Juliet told her, “farewell,” and slide into forty winks because that was all she said and all she wrote.