Literature
a lesson
She is
laughing;
she tosses her hair back and
she laughs at the world
who cannot hope to match her stride.
She meets eyes unashamedly,
she is radiant with confidence.
She is shy,
timid,
her eyes are downcast and
her cheeks are mottled
red.
Her words are whispers,
her breaths are sighs.
She is a sly smile.
She is a soft
whisper in his ear.
She does not seem to know
who she is.
He wants
to peel back the layers.
(though they are both afraid
that what lies beneath
is ugly.)
He wants
to speak to her.
But the words are stuck
in his throat,
suffocated with the
absence
of
oxygen
and he has nothing
to give her.
He wonders
if there