Contemplation

The unseen chirps relayed happiness,

yet, she sits on the worn down stoop

contemplating her existence.

Numbness, ever existing numbness

flows through her veins.  She doesn’t feel the extreme

heat or the kissing of the sun on her forehead.

It’s as if she is a mannequin

exposed to the daily monotony

of unfashionable threads.

Love Bugs flutter in the air.

Too many days she has confined

herself to the four walls of her imagination—

reality is too painful to exist in.