[She listens to the rain]


She listens to the rain,
quiet and dark,
in a world that will one day be green again.

Each pedestrian moment
doesn’t look both ways before it crosses
into her oblivion,
and of time she understands too little to say.

The numb statistics do not penetrate,
and she wonders
why society seems to love people more
when they’re dead.

Written November 2012, Emma Dumitra.
Image from kurodot.deviantart.com. 


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