Gossamer Heart

Chipped yellow nails, stained from days of living off the same Indian curry

Filthy disheveled hair, entangled amidst itself in frizzy curls, oily

Clothes, scarce- A flimsy, gossamer tee clinging on to her emaciated structure of bone

And there she stood, by the corner under the shade, daily, all alone


I smiled at her once, she returned a hollow look

But when the limo came, two steps forward she took

And that’s when I knew- her wallet was full;

The only poverty was in her soul- it was her heart that was broke.


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