how much longer do i have to walk before i dont feel my legs?
held up to light, the paper thin porcelain vase
has tiny little hair-line cracks.
it was just an accident waiting to happen.
you* have no respect, for anything.
one big great huff and puff, and the little dandelion bits floated off.
and in the distance, the low clank of the gates slamming shut and the door being locked.
she turned around and looked around her.
the night was silent. and no one peered out of the window at her.