Blind to Troubles
She rested in the wheelchair,
written in blue marker on the back.
Her head hung forward
pale patches of skin behind pearl white curls,
opalescent in sunlight.
Her head lifted as I called her name.
Her eyes closed. White lashes rested
above unlatched layers of wrinkles,
Her breath slowed its pulse
as the sundews tightened their grip,
But, blind, she asked about me
How was your day today, Honey?
reflect gray on white walls,
the mirror of surpassed heights
crashed to the floor
grain by grain flooded
The rush ends
Back doors left open
of barbeques and best friends.
leaving spilt moments
like silted time.
Priyanka Alluri is a first-year undergraduate student at Boston University from Vernon Hills, IL. She currently studies Psychology.