Best Inched Poems

She was working on being a mountain
but lacked the kind of rocks
that don't roll downhill.

Nobody saw her leave the room
or enter.
Sliding to the furthest corner
she agonized
measuring herself.

Mingling circles
backed their backs away

The girl wanted so much
to say something,
to engage the crowd,
to stand out.

Hesitation inched on.

She disappeared...

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