Sunday, December 4, 2011

Two Walks Back

She walks home alone
with nothing but the sound of her heels
clicking impatiently on the pavement.
The confidence shooting out of her feet.
her fingers. her eyes.
Like a live wire,
jittering in the moonlight.
Happy to be alive. 


She walks home alone,
with no one but the moon,
iridescently casting shadows on her skin.
Her bare feet grateful for the cool
dark pavement they're embracing.
A natural craving she satisfies from time to time.
In these moments of contentment
she looks turns around with her head staring straight
up into the deep black sky
and whispers,
how lucky I am 
to be alive.

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