Outside the Patisserie - Wordle 99

Every move tells a story

of habit and use.

It's written on the body.

Intimate, we think we know,

but from an outsider,

a video,

or through a window glancing,

the story we knotted together

or our self

unravels.

The paint, the wraps,

(the fearsome parts

we think we have

so cleverly disguised),

fall away

and there, in the reflection

of a shop window

we see our mother,

our father.

Our 'take' on life

uncovered, raw, shocking.

Deep down in our hearts

or handbags

we have reserves -

building blocks of ego.

It may be chocolate

or prayers.

Om mani padmi om.

Enter and buy

chocolate eclairs.

Paint, use, outsider, away, fearsome, part, reserves, body, intimate, written, window