her adrenaline pumped,
sweat poured from her pours.
she hung her head low,
figure barely even noticeable.
man walked around her,
and the world revolved.
it's mysteries undiscovered.
for this was the first time
she stepped in the open,
and allowed herself
to live a happy life.
YOU ARE READING
To The World
Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
