shed thoughts

stranger

eyes empty,
colored thunderstorms
no signs of flickering
switch off and on.

dark circles beneath
like clouds almost heavy,
waiting to be poured
but haven't.

hair a huge mess
like a storm came
and slipped it's home away
strands of different hair in astray.

a stranger in front of the mirror;
she studied it- with the mirror's crack
she stared at it
the stranger stared back.