Rusty Please forgive me. I’m a bit rusty socially. It’s been a while since I spoke out loud, in person. I cough up must and dust, broken thoughts and rust. Tonight, I tried to pry my voice box open with a screwdriver. Now I’m too sleepy for words. I guess that wasn’t the key. (Poem and image by Linda Eve Diamond) I hope you enjoyed it! :)

Here's a little poem I wrote about feeling rusty. (I drew the silhouette and took a photo of rust to fill it in.) #PlayfulPoetry for #WordlessWednesday 😊 #AlphabetChallenge #WeekAforAlliteration

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