Invisible People
Invisible People
The side of the house
on which she leaned
was
smooth
and dark.
She was dark.
Almost melting in,
like…
chocolate in a
hot pan.
If you were not
looking for her,
you wouldn’t.
Perhaps that is why
she stood there,
to be
nothing,
to be nonexistent,
to lay the
troubles of the
troubled there
in the dark.
Looking; I saw her,
she breathed.
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