She's standing at a corner,
the heart of darkness
engulfs her slender frame.
It's cold, -
she's visibly shaking - her arms folded
looking vulnerable.
I see her guardedly looking back in the direction
of the main street.
Fear?
Who are you looking for little girl?
She then looks towards the dark alley ahead of her
& her pose shifts.
Hesitation?
What are you contemplating doing little girl?
Her head hangs low,
looking defeated and alone -
slowly she lifts her head to the dark sky.
Silent prayer?
& it was then that I got a glimpse of her face;
long black mascara trails
which ran from her eyes -
the crying hazard of a
sad clown face.
Who are you running away from little girl?

[The world is breaking down -
a little more.
Nothing is keeping me sane.]