Sometimes she crises

From the lens of a camera a vision seeing the world from the shadow of others
Documenting the romance of life though a single frame of black and white

Water rising from the tears of sadness
Bound by this concrete at the bottom of the ocean, she looks up to the sunlight shining through
Stripped naked
Swallowing the salty emotional drainage of lives losing their way

On the walls, the memories speak
Telling stories
Open thought
Footsteps of eternal memory

A picture for today
A reflection of yesterday

Running from the shadows
Blood soaked feet
A trail for the hounds to seek

The room empty except for the pictures on the wall
Camera rests

She runs