Samedy Posted January 3, 2008 Share Posted January 3, 2008 Awkward With a bruised spotted eye you walk pass, We look away, Pretending not to see you. Awkward. The line of your jaw reveals a graying bruise. You look away, Pretending not to see us. Embarrassed. As you pass through the many with an injured hip, Heads turn in synchronization, Like a scattering flock. Shameful. Your picture on the news. Old Photograph. Black and White, deceased. Domestic violence, No one knew. We change the channel, Awkward. Link to comment
tiredofvampires Posted January 3, 2008 Share Posted January 3, 2008 That is some good stuff, Samedy. Really powerful, actually. The ending is really effective. Link to comment
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