Prose: Attraction – So Sweetly – 03/06/21

The wind is howling; dashing gentlemen have gone away. Perturbed though I am, I did not wish that they could stay. For their presence was an encumbrance, they meddled with my mind, seems boisterous fo determine, my disinterest easy to find. I wished I could have run, screaming through the fields, because I was not made for manufactured love, bottled, predated, stamped illegally as a pull, begrudgingly made a deal. [...]