Everything is consummated. Fighting with your emotions does not change things, neither does sitting on a couch eating yourself up…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Wordle’s words
The Consummate Inn
When words and worlds collide,
turn the volume down, dearie,
or dreary it becomes.
Like a grave yard of coffined couches,
cushions cannot comfort you,
Turn the volume down.
My card, please.
Take it now.
Come. Lounge at my Inn.
The machine always rolls,
has its grooves, never stops
grinding.
Have a drink, dearie.
Listen to the drums and symbols
of tonight’s pleasures;
dance the noise away.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Dancing time away sounds like a good survival tip 😉
certainly makes for head noise relief
I love the feel of this.
good…
Randy