poor wretched Gretchen

She got rained on, poured on, drenched tonight leaving the pub.

poor wretched Gretchen.

her heart is a current of unsettled salt and energy.

poor wretched Gretchen.

with hair as stubborn and thick as a porcupines prick, it scratches her neck and reminds her of years of bitter heartache.

poor wretched Gretchen.

eyes wide and ordinary brown, slowly searching the room, she waters her plant with coffee and chuckles at the thought of wasted caffeine.

poor wretched Gretchen.

alone and sober in thought and nearly 266 years old, she realizes she should have married that poor old soul who promised her love instead of gold.

poor wretched Gretchen.