What She Saw

What she said.

She was right.

She didn’t have to see me, didn’t need to stare at my fraying edges through the steam off her cup.

How long can a person go on tripping over stones and bumping into things?

I keep myself knitted together.

Tough as nails.

Tongue in groove.

Like so many staples on a corner pole.

Somewhere underneath all that crumbling armor, buried not so deep and bearing little resemblance to the shape of a girl. There are pieces of me in a terrible state of disarray.

Once in a while, there comes a wind that howls over me. Keeps me from sleeping and wafts the smells I remember but can’t quite name. Faces I can’t call to. Places I would rather be.

She brings me a warning to look up, there’s a train coming on this track.

She was right.

She didn’t need to see me.

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About kat9090

Hafu (Half Japanese), Late Discovery Adoptee, Sister, Mom, Daughter, Wife, I cook, look back, look forward, lean left, drive a lot, write a lot, wish a lot, I will be square with you if you are square with me. Find me on Instagram @shojikat and Twitter @biteme9090
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