And Everything was Orange
Sep 22, 2020
Out the window onto the street
11:17 pm
you see
A girl sprinting down the road, long, golden hair swooshing in a precarious ponytail
Long legs tearing into pavement with a resounding
“Boom Boom!”
in the otherwise quiet night.
A tear twinkles on her cheek
mouth gasping for oxygen and
something else
in the disturbingly sooty air.
She is running from something?
She flies past you, and
you understand
She is running only for the joy of movement.
How silly of you
to think she was afraid.
-L
