Saturday, May 26, 2007

Deserter

She was forgotten because she was old. She sought the dramatics of death because she was forgotten. The lone woman with the permed hair and fine wrinkles was killed by the hand of desperation because loneliness is murderous. When the day ripened they found her there, with stale flesh reeking of desolation. They said they didn't know she had it in her. I suppose she was always misunderstood.

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