Poetry Month continues

I think this poem and I just had a moment. I may get it drunk later and make some short stories.

( Red is the Color of Blood )

And I'm back from errands, and have orange cranberry bread and cardamom chai coffee, so I should probably start writing something.

Hah!

At long last, words! That kind of takes the sting out of missing my job.

TDC
Words today: 1068
Words total: 67199
Reason for stopping: quota, and need to figure out some stuff
Sustenance: pizza
Exercise: The running of the errands.
Mammalian assistance: too much of it
Tyop: A 2-for-1 typo sale! Zhirin hopped it was confidence in her abilities, not callus disregard for her life.
Darling: The bay welcomed her in, dark and soothing. Roots and weeds, salt and silt, the soft tickle of fish and crabs, the growing depth and pull of the sea. The sinuous undulations of eel-sharks, and sharp, clever thoughts of nakh. And there, not too far from the shore, the weight of a boat, its keel digging into her skin. Delicate tremors shivered through the hull as people walked the decks.

About damn time I got past 66k! Turns out I'd been stuck so long because the scene was in the wrong POV.