She is there in all her glamour, her femininity, her pureness, her passion.
She walks into the bar and no body looks at her, no body bothers her.
But she hears their thoughts, so angry, so lecherous, so debauched …
They all know, they all remember.
She looks back, and sees the eyes upon her. Closes her eyes with painless ache.
She remembers too, and she wonders, how many does it take for a crowd to forget the disgrace…
Sexuality is no longer her thump …no respect, no reality , no pain , no pleasure … the feeling of stagnation feels her vines rivers of black ink and desperation…Brings back memories!!
