broken, glass.

She was sick of that address
of order and manner.

She needed a place where she never felt safe.

She cut her hair
she blackened her eyes.

Everything told from now on was her brand new lie.

The roaming of the streets
was all that she needed.

The warmth of the unknown lingered on her back.

The soft white spines
created a numbing stimulation.

She started running and has never wondered what she could have had.

Once in a while
she hears them calling.

But they don't know each other she can't go back.

November 2008 - S.