prose writing

Streets and Strangers

She didn’t realize the reputation she had created, She had become that “edgy bitch you don’t fuck with”

The creator of a dangerous dance

Gliding and drifting among us

Where she went there was no mark left behind, Existing too quickly, to passionately to be captured

 But when she begins to feel you, she opens

And of course, who wouldn’t look inside..

And then suddenly something changes, and she softens

Then you can’t go back, and that “she” of the unknown is gone

Sure, they all wanted her; But they don’t want what she wants herself to be wanted as

So you stay In this space of meaningless banter; as she did daily with streets and strangers

Letting her dance

Freely and alone

Like a whisper of tangled summer air

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