by Cassie Walters
Dry tears race from my swollen eyes.
Have you ever
run, legs stretched, to get away. You
felt so ashamed.
You clutch your means, and leave, and
you just can’t
find the right words to tell. Goodbye.
“No!” You bust through the door,
but then you find
a veiled path guides you off the beaten way, and
something so divine
catches your swollen eye and you break to get a better look. Now
you can’t bear to leave?