How can legs so thin be so bruised? She moved away with all the speed of a snail yet none of the grace. At any moment, i expected the heel of God to come crashing through the mall roof to shatter her shell and spread her slime across the floor so that apathetic passersby would learn how to slip.
Instead, madness would become her companion so that she wouldn’t die alone.
With my tongue safe upon the lips of a coffee cup, my thoughts fly dangerously close to the thin skin weathering an accumulation of age and unhappiness.
