down

she stared at the ground

as if a string dangled around her neck

her body limp as a doll’s

expectations swallowed her fully

commitments strangled her throat

and she stared down,

waiting for a shooting star

to fall at her feet,

asleep.

she held her head low

because the world dragged her down,

her anchor in the infinite deep,

her truth a bitter pill to swallow.

she was used to jeering condescension

criticisms by the lazy

the glare of the critical eye

a pebble made less than

gravelly tones of gradiant glumness

a smile plastered to her face,

a mask for the despair within

she fell

down.