I look down at my feet when I walk for reason to hide my scowl from those I might cross as I pass by.
It is not them it is me whose eyes tell a story of dark insanity. Living with humanity.
But if they were perhaps a part of the lie, then their eyes they should hide from me as I pass by.
Don’t be fooled my friend by the limp as I stray. Slowly among the cowardly sheep and the secrets, they hideaway.
Some bones have been broken, some skin has been scarred, but I’m no pushover. I don’t care who you are!
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Illustrated eBook-Short Stories
…Was Here Collection is a vignette of short observations written in an unusual linguistic tone about a person’s particular situational circumstance.
24 Short Stories with Character Illustrations.
