It's raining down hard on the streets
of a dark city
She stumbles on broken high heels
that don't even fit
Hair is soaked, dragging down to her arms
And she's dressed in a dress that
is in so many places, ripped
Eyes holding back, unwanted tears
They glare at a child's doll
With only one eye and a broken arm
But it still smiles back from it's exile
on the sidewalk
And all she can think about
is the one she loves
And she is happy

-Ydachikachishiroul P. )

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Mayan, in the year 307 AF.