The Lady At the Bus Stop
she screams obscenities at the shadows that dance in her head,while the tone of midnight whisper the lyrics of dead poets in her ear.She knows she's alive because sweat covers her body like a misty autumn rain and she is chilled.She awakens,morning beckons her like a bad hangover,she is trapped in madness and desires the interlude of a life undisturbed.
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