now the sun sets in the distance as she roams forward
eleven months, she thought with a sour disposition about her
when they finally let her go, she found herself wandering
totally enraptured by the presently distinct feeling of freedom
she was eighteen, she was an adult, but now what?
remember who you were fighting for in the first place?
evenly, the image of the rebellious blonde appeared in the
damned forefront of her mind, bringing back a flood of memories
eagles have sharper eyes, but she saw everything in clarity,
married to the memory of the metallic box, enclosing
perpetually until either had experienced unrest and devastation
towers and skyscrapers surrounded her, and the city was at her fingertips
in the distinct light of the night, there was a diner open
might as well, she thought as she mindlessly walked over and entered
necessary: coffee, black, no sugar, no cream (for newt)
