By Janice Garcia
I watch them pass me in a single line,
looking at what lies ahead
Why don’t they see me?
Am I invisible too them,
as I live in this world and that.
Do they really think I won’t get them?
I float to one of them,
she will soon know my agony and loneliness.
I wrap my dark tentacles around her thoughts.
She is now lonely.
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