Such A Mood

I am in such a mood that can only be described as sour (my cheeks are threatening to turn my face inside out). She has been playing her games again with all the life spinning backwards from the spine propelled forth on a simple exclamation of air �" Yay!

Eyes drawn to the cold, hard mantle of preeminent tone. Inside, words scream, tease and taunt but there is no key to this lock and the wood is slowly rotting.