poisoned from the void

She walks through the pavement, like she is not even there. Invisible to this world, she walks unnoticed.

Judgemental she knows it; she lacks compassion and tried to avoid intervention.

She picks up her bags and catches the light, walks around in a circle out of sight and running out of life.

She’s confused and slightly poisoned from the void.

Reasons are made up around her own mind, around her carousel of logical explanations; logical regret.

She sits on the ground tired and hungry, looks to the sky and waits for something; the stars asked her closed ended questions, she puts on a face like she’s poisoned.

I asked her, “How’s your day been?”

She put on a brave face and sat her head on the window, looked at her reflection from the void, stared at the question she avoids.

Hours pass her by, hours pass us by …

She is thinking about it, thinking about the mentioned clouds of a man in his twenties, a man with 100 degrees, a boring zombie.

She took him along, needed more weight to carry him up this path, a path of not so logical explanations.

Maybe one day something will swallow the poison and see what she holds on to. I want to ask her before her last hours slip by, “Were you happy enough before you got poisoned?”

She smiles and plays with her hair.

I just let her avoid it once again.