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“Her Walk”
She walked
down
the hallway
with that
same
stride of
indifference
that she
had
in so many
of the things
she did,
the slow
sway
of her hips
as her right
hand
runs down
the side of
her body
saying to
anyone
watching
she didn’t
care
whether you
noticed her
or not
she gets more
than enough
attention
when she
wants it
all of this
you can easily
see
reflected in
her walk,
she has a
way
of pulling
people
to her
left alone
in a room
full of strangers
she’d have a
couple of new
friends
sitting at her
table
by the time
she orders
her
second drink
not that she
cared
if she drank
alone
she might even
tell you
she preferred
it that way
though she’s
rarely given
the opportunity
to do so,
she’s given up
trying to fight
her own
personality
she knows
when
she’s over
matched
and she
hates
to lose
at anything
she has a
tendency
to throw out
little smiles
instead of
words
not knowing
what to say
when she gets
those judging
looks
from the
people
she walks past,
longing for just
one day
of invisibility
able to work
and play
without having
to answer for
her every action
no matter how
outlandish
or small
that action
might be
but that day
will never
come
she hasn’t been
part of the
background
in life
since she was
five,
she gets
halfway
from the
end
of the
hall
tilts her
head
to the right
and gives the
guy
watching her
a little smile
then she
proceeds
on her way
down the
hallway
with a walk
of indifference
and a slow
sway
of her hips…
Tom Allen…08-05-2018…
She walked
down
the hallway
with that
same
stride of
indifference
that she
had
in so many
of the things
she did,
the slow
sway
of her hips
as her right
hand
runs down
the side of
her body
saying to
anyone
watching
she didn’t
care
whether you
noticed her
or not
she gets more
than enough
attention
when she
wants it
all of this
you can easily
see
reflected in
her walk,
she has a
way
of pulling
people
to her
left alone
in a room
full of strangers
she’d have a
couple of new
friends
sitting at her
table
by the time
she orders
her
second drink
not that she
cared
if she drank
alone
she might even
tell you
she preferred
it that way
though she’s
rarely given
the opportunity
to do so,
she’s given up
trying to fight
her own
personality
she knows
when
she’s over
matched
and she
hates
to lose
at anything
she has a
tendency
to throw out
little smiles
instead of
words
not knowing
what to say
when she gets
those judging
looks
from the
people
she walks past,
longing for just
one day
of invisibility
able to work
and play
without having
to answer for
her every action
no matter how
outlandish
or small
that action
might be
but that day
will never
come
she hasn’t been
part of the
background
in life
since she was
five,
she gets
halfway
from the
end
of the
hall
tilts her
head
to the right
and gives the
guy
watching her
a little smile
then she
proceeds
on her way
down the
hallway
with a walk
of indifference
and a slow
sway
of her hips…
Tom Allen…08-05-2018…