She stands noticeless,
Self-ill-contained,
Silent and gushing and so painfully unwatchable.
Commuters ring the fountain,
Furtive eyes averted by red.
The little human horror.
Lonely in the crowd, wet in the heat.
A noiseless battle of decora.
Still and harrowing;
Unheard in the roar, unfelt.
Unshared unease.
Unhumanity.
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Piccadilly Moment
PoetryInspired to write this after an uncomfortable moment on the Underground. Think of it and 'Unity' as companion pieces.
