She Walks in Silence through the Street
She switched seats,
not for a better view out the window,
but for her sanity—
came with the signing of a promise.
Her voice spoke a tender sadness, her lips parted,
heart sounds caught in her throat;
a forgotten half moan slipped through her vows,
She spoke quietly into the moonlit dark.
“Listen to me.” her words murmured a
lonely with a fullness—her words formed thoughts.
She continued to walk.
Some words can’t help but evoke softness.
Her words spoke softness,
a contralto of need,
a confession to a priest, a release from the want --
the white line defense--
the difference between secrets and lies.
She has reasons,
they are her reasons hidden in the shadows of her words;
her knotted prayer beads knock against her open chest.
The rumbling memory of voices,
the blending of flesh reminds her that
all evolves from an exploding dead star.
Heavy metal armor imploded to create you and I.