She ran out onto the street.
The sky was black, and crying down onto her dull grey clotheing.
In no time she was saturated.
Her clothing clung to her curvy frame,
as she pushed her way down the street.
The rain and her tears melded together,
so there was no distinguishing between the two.
Her bland blonde hair whipped against her face,
but she no longer cared.
Her umbrella was with him.
But she couldn't go back,
she could never go back.
He had made that perfectly clear.
Everything she once owned was left behind.
She had nothing but the clothes on her back.
She was no-one, no identification.
She was non-existant.
Yet this was somehow liberating,
to be free from everything, everyone.
She stopped suddenly.
She had nowhere to go, nowhere to be.
Everything was a mystery, undecided, undefined.
A perfect blank slate.
As she slowly moved further down the street,
she shed off her jacket.
The cold no longer held the same fear it once had.
Everything was as it once was,
yet everything was nothing anymore.
Libby "pretty bish"
- 14 years, 4 months, 17 days ago
