Her Particular Form

She stood on the edge of the light
just out of frame.
She looked as though
she never intended on moving
her head pitched upward
her eyes aimed into the dark clouds
that spilled across the evening light.
Her arms hung heavy at her sides
one hand clutching a crumpled brown bag.
She waited
listening to the whistle of a humid wind
allowing her moments of peace to conclude
before taking that first step
completely out from the light
towards whatever waited
in her particular form
of darkness.


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