Nicole Johnson

I sit and wait for the answer.
Suddenly in comes the cold shoulder of last year’s winter.
The puzzle pieces scattered across the concrete.
Something’s missing.
Nothing fits.
As I sit against the wall, the darkness consumes me.
There are no more tears left to shed.
Novocaine flutters in like an iron-clad fist to save the day.
I shudder just a little as my mind wanders to the sky.
An empty shell she has become.
A wide-eyed doll behind the glass of wandering souls.