Essence of Silhouette

Essence of Silhouette

 

Jacket on the ground

Dressed in all black

Greasy hair

In strings on her face

A bloodied lip

And dresses in the suitcase.

 

I’m leaving.

I’m done.

I thought

I was

The only

One.

 

Wet

Cracked

Pavement

Leaves on the ground.

Grey clouds

And

Fog

Clinging to the

Branches in the sky.

 

One shaking hand

Holding the grip

One shaking lip

That stutters

His last name.

 

It’s autumn

And the trees are bare

And had been so

So long as she’d been there.

 

The Rustling

Of

Leaves

Under the dragging jacket

Say

Goodbye.

She’s

Better off

With the suitcase

By her

Side.

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