Sunday, October 31, 2010

Epiphany

I walk. At ease, at peace. Naive.
A flurry of motion.
A streak of hair.
Blotchy red.
Shaking shoulders.
Fingers clutching at her supporter's neck.
They disappear into the nearest bathroom. I stare, but continue to walk.
I walk. Troubled, shaken. Naive.

1 comment:

  1. I love this. So very much. Please please keep writing.

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