Away,
She thought,
Her breath
Escaping her lips
In short, puffy bursts
Pirouetting into
The frosty air
Her feet slapped the pavement
The street ahead of her
Blinking with lights
Empty
Save a few hurtling cars
That breezed through the air
Like light, free feathers
She wrapped her shivering arms
Around her
Wishing for a second
That she could feel
The luxury
Of freedom
She dragged her feet
Down the street
Her eyes wild
Her head ducked low
They stared at her
Huddled up
In office coats
In winter boots
With skeptical glances
And sympathetic eyes
Disgust and curiosity
Splattered across
Their blank faces
Steering their children away
From the crazy-eyed girl
She willed herself
To ignore
Their seething glances
For in their eyes
She saw a coolness
That she saw
In the ones
Who haunted her nightmares
She fell to the floor
With a resounding crash
She sucked in a breath
Clutching the brick wall
Her knuckles white
A sign loomed
In front
Of her hazy vision
Train Station. 8 miles.
She outstretched her hand
Staggering to her feet
Nodding furiously
Away, she thought.
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The Girl
PoetryShe was beautiful. She was happy. She was a bright prism of colors. She was a sizzling firework of surprises. She lit up everything she walked past, with her bright, dimpled smile. They thought she was perfect. Until her world came cra...
