With faint light in her eyes

hair awry and wiry

trodden down starting from the top

in the yellow sweatshirt that’s

consuming her hands

she shrinks inside

before turning the corner

a slight curve of her mouth

less than half a smile

easily missed by those

who have already decided

who she is.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017


8 thoughts on “She

  1. I do apologize as it wasnt intentional. Unfortunately when i reblog this so i can share it, it does not use the same format that the poem is written in. It is a wonderful poem and i wish i could fix this issue.


  2. Strong visuals! Perhaps we can restrain ourselves from presuming we know who ‘lives” inside the yellow sweatshirt.


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