markmckenna
I know she is alive, her eyes are open, bloodshot and red. Her body rocks with the carriage as if they are one. I want to ask her why she has wrapped her jacket around her head, why is her mouth covered, is she holding back an unspekable truth? Does she have no lips at all? Can she smell something that no one else can, that we have all become accustomed too? The stench of failure the putrid smell of rotting dreams? maybe she is secretly picking her nose.
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