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.