I found this hanging around and decided to open it up for discussion since my other masterpiece still needs some work and a middle. Enjoy!
away. The highway became solace. The fall passed away. Cities come and
go like mist in the morning. No one knows her here. Winter comes.
Frozen hearts can not melt without warmth. She cannot tell them. They
see nothing but her smile, her legs, the fact that she is a woman
alone.
They come to her. Words fall like roses at her feet. They woo her for
a moment, wanting to be entrapped by her, feel whatever passion has
set her adrift. She seems to want the same.
One man takes her arm, leads her to the dance floor. They dance close.
She laughs at him. He has her charmed. Success guaranteed. He pulls
her closer. They fall together toward the door.
They tumble upstairs to stand outside her door. He moves in. His
strong arms are wrapped around her waist. Suddenly, she lashes out.
She is crying. She is screaming. He can not understand. It is his
perception of this madwoman's beauty he questions as he backs away.
She is alone now. Sagging against the door, tears flow. Only her own
arms come up to wrap around her shoulders. The moment passes. She
finds strength again. The keys jingle as she opens the door and slips
inside.
She stares sightlessly into the darkened room, breathing in the smells
of bodies mingling and stale smoke that cling to the wallpaper.
Crossing the floor swiftly, she flings open the window. Winter air
stirs the scents together with exhaust fumes and wood smoke. Cars pass
on the highway, taking people into the new.
Her eyes gaze out at this her new life. She has no bonds, no
obligations, nothing to hold her down. The same tears sting at her
eyes. The same ache fills her heart. She has the same desire to be
seen for who she is. So this is coming into the new, moving on to the
next stop on the highway hoping at last to find a place to be seen and
respected the way she always was.
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