Hearts ♥️ [Hurt]

Today,

mom came through,

bless her heart,

and sweet texts.

also,

crimson tides—

that curse,

from the beginning.

and vexations,

there was a squabble,

passenger and drunken tout,

“Ten shillings!¿to your stage?”

he could’ve smacked her, “economy’s tight take your pocket change to charity, i’ve got a business to run.” she heaved, alighting with a “thanks.” what a sight!