Dec 8, 2017

Sayida

Black shoes pad the asphalt in the thick deep night.
A wavering shadow slithers under a streetlight.

Breezes snag up her loose ebony attire.
Soft black emotions sound like fire within fire.

She turns and tears fall from her cheeks,
to the ground,  to the pavement.

A man steps off his old porch that creeks.
She brushes fast past him, leaving her scent.

Her silhouette disappears in the night 
as her shadow drifts out of sight.

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