Girl Alone
Sitting at a bus shelter
hoodie baby, skinny, drab,
denim-discount,
elfin face,
the nose ring an ugly stigmata.
She's been staring at empty walls lately,
I can tell, I’ve stared at those same walls.
I am guessing the weight of her solitude
will not decrease anytime soon.
I want to tell her that life
outgrows itself, blooms and becomes.
but I’m all out of bs. today.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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