She squinted as she searched his face,
looking for a glint – a trace –
of the silky, satin smile.
Instead, a steadfast, concrete glare,
followed by a vacant stare,
hit her in that thick, cruel style.
Written 2018

Forests of thought trimmed into poems
She squinted as she searched his face,
looking for a glint – a trace –
of the silky, satin smile.
Instead, a steadfast, concrete glare,
followed by a vacant stare,
hit her in that thick, cruel style.
Written 2018
