(Picture people rushing in a crowded street)
She is in denial.
Running running running.
No silence. Please.
Can’t stand to think about it.
(Picture engraved black letters on a tombstone overgrown with weed)
(Picture an old well.)
Sadness as its own purpose.
It physically hurts.
She is confused.
Thirsty for love.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Three Perfect Shots.”
That was three shots, but I have the fourth.
(Picture woman standing in light, light goes from inside her and outside, it surrounds her.)
The wall has collapsed.
And she liberated herself.
She found a well.
She is not as thirsty anymore. ❤