A/N: Written for the Yuki Yuna is a Bingo (Flash), #019 - attach.
Tolerance
It was a stranger at first: hard backed
and cold seated, and uncomfortable
all round. But there was no helping it;
she couldn't stand at all, and so
she had to sit, or lie down, and lying
was too cruel to her soul
But, like wax, she made a body print
upon the leather, and it stayed
not warm, but firm, familiar
and she could give it no more
than tolerance.