Unbearable Beauty

It mattered not about his face nor if he had a face at all I couldn't eat, couldn't think short breath, blank wall Studder seems to me the only language to master now I'd rather die than let him see sweat drips in my brow I crossed my fingers hard as he passed close today Praying he wouldn't speak. I wouldn't know what to say How could I explain this pointless buckle in my knee? When all there ever was...This Stranger I did see!