hu-me - ?

[wytchcroft]

she brushes back her sleeves with a doctor's ease
clasping the documents to her knees
she's moving in rhythm
to the swing of the train

hardly moving at all
she's pulling the cord

it's the click of a heel
the flick of a fringe
some kind of humility
pressing in on her

did she get that job?
did the interview go well?
did the snarls of the ambulance
give her something to sell?

and that old Spanish bell
tolling her gone
a ripple in the fabric of tomorrow
could be the latest fashion

she's difficult to read
and it's hard to believe
she could be invisible
as she brushes back her sleeve
with a doctor's ease

and it doesn't hurt her
to leave

some kind of humility
pressing in on her

up the escalator
and down again
she's moving in rhythm
to the swing of the train.



this is riffin' off from chalissa's post on the 7 deadly sins
and thanks to daysofjune for inspiration as well :))