The corner, where she resides, one wooden block to complete the triangle and she disappears. There she is, embellished in muddy attire and her invisible gladiator. Visible ones never sneak the corner but are indulged in their own inaugurated marathon. Protruding Belly manage to ask in growls amidst the chirping rock of insensitivity.
The corner, that support her spine and a one sided sweater in foggy dawn. Wooden block is the malware software installed by ignorant eyes. The triangle is incomplete. However, her hands conceal frozenness between bosom and upright legs. She lifts her face high; the story yet to be told.
©November 2015 Aleashaa