It’s an interesting night for Anon; they find themselves cuddled up with Folly, who is reading poetry. She watches Anon to see if they’ve fallen asleep.
“You treat them as if they have a heart like yours, but not everyone can be as soft and as tender as you, you don’t see the person they are, you see the person they have the potential to be, you give and give till they have taken everything out of you and leave you empty. By Rupi Kaur”
Folly finished, closing the book. Folly’s red eyes are heavy-lidded.
“Was that poetry not to your liking?” Folly asks, awaiting Anon’s response