She walks and stops
Reality, the sign
Reads “Available”
She walks away
The house is empty
She walks back and forth
Fresh scents of early morning
Marks of Sweat
Here, There…
There are no crocodile tears
For that, felt
Truthful
Indeed
But she cannot
Forgive
Not taking this direction
When it was just dawn
She walks and it is late
She walks and it is early
Empty stomach
Self-destruction
She walks and stops
She sits
She observes
Outsiders
They Walk.
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