I see my
reflection
in the window.
Eyes shift focus
to the building across the street.
Fourteenth floor,
middle window,
yellow light turns on.
A woman steps onto her terrace
despite the cold
of the air and
her metal seat
she sits,
lights a cigarette,
inhales.
The smoke rushes in,
tickling her throat,
clearing her mind,
disburdening her soul
for a second.
The wind howls
tossing her hair
diffusing the smoke.
She shivers with frustration
and the wind.
One last pull.
Tosses the cigarette-
Down it
g
l
i
d
e
s
for her pain.
Smashes into the sidewalk.
Stands up.
Walks in.
Lights out.
No comments:
Post a Comment