faded by time, sun dappled images of fallen leaves etch themselves into her concrete flooring. she pulls herself up from the ground battling her will to lay still
and hide wrapped in the silence of twenty five square metres of mid city isolation.
her tears have alone watered the soil of her beautiful arid state
the drought single handedly alleviated by the plentiful aquifers in the corners of her two green eyes.
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Very beautiful writing here, Shawna.
Thank you. Sometimes the words just need to flow outwards.
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