Occupied, As I Wait

Hooded figures, emerge as daylight disappears. Dissatisfied with ice-cold steel to sit upon. Waiting, eyes darting. Is that the one? No. Thudding beats – individual ears. Sheeted glass walls, freshly black paint fumes. I study a young girl half naked in the winter months. Screeching, crying at her cold-hearted boyfriend. Like a lioness, a mother… Continue reading Occupied, As I Wait