My crooked smile hides everything. Like Kuebinko, propped up on the edge of my yellow field of hopes and dreams. I enticed them from their seeds. I used the sun to lead their growth out of deep holes.
I should be a dog, clinging to a marrowbone. Realty brings a collision. Cryptic in message. Greasy in feel. Overflowing vitriol spills before me. Things are not as they seem.
Written as part of a challenge called Wordle. The idea is to use 10 or more of the 12 words in a piece of poetry, flash fiction or other work. More details at Https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com