She walks down the street
Her neighbor who recently lost someone she loved waves to her with a smile. She studies the smile like it was a test. The smile was different. This time the smile was fake.
She views the flowers being watered by the midnight sky. She ponders on how something as simple as a flower can be called ugly by a society or imperfect human beings who refuse to accept their flaws. At this moment she feels somewhat relieved that this organism can't hear, and feels sorrow for the ones who have to listen to cruel remarks and can't block out the sounds of themselves breaking a little more and more.
"I love you" she hears a man say to his wife. She smirks. She thinks to herself on how the man forgot to mention that forever has an expiration date which his wife has become too blind by affection to notice. Forever is a fairy tale she told her self exsisted so she can try to block the sent of his second hand lovers perfume stained on his skin like a natural sent.
The ground stays still under her feet as she reaches the front door. She is bent like a piece of metal and can't figure out how to get back in shape. She will heal but in this darkness that has taken her hostage she see's clearly.
