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“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause

though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
Unseeking Seeker

 Neon lights buzz to the hum of bustling cityscapes.
Yellow cabs blend into an intolerable requiem of honking horns,
whilst the sun beats down unbearably on names lost in the fold.
Julia feels the despondency start to gnaw into the membranes of her brain,
like termites devouring a rotting piece of pine.
Long before the dampness of decay settled into her marrow, she had aspirations—
but they have long since vanished, like a late spring snow.
Walking with her eyes glued to littered concrete,
she shuffles between the blur of muffled voices,
like a phantom hiding amongst the shadows.
Flashbacks render within the faces of the faceless.
The scent of gasoline and exhaust clings to the air
as a moonless expanse materializes.
Her soul is transported back, pleading for salvation in gasping whimpers.

A chance encounter—an accidental bump of his shoulder.
Phone shattered, she became the target of his wrath.
Vile words hurled, trajectory: her soul.
Physical manifestations of the emotional shrapnel take shape—
a blow to the face, lip splits, warm blood tickles down.
Passersby stare, then quickly scurry away,
too scared—or maybe selfish—to intervene.
Or could it be they've become too jaded?
Surely they meant no harm,
yet the scars of their unintentional apathy
are forever etched beneath Julia's skin.

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