Mentally Disabled and Stress Fractures

The lady sat on the park bench
and rocked herself
anything to be warm in the dark September night.
back and forth
back forth.
backforth.

I sat on my warm bed
and rocked myself
anything to feel better in the heavy air.
back and forth.
back forth.
backforth.

The lady shivered
as her struggles
indiscreetly imbedded in her mind
slid forth.

I shuddered
as my struggles
a delicate crack of bone
held still.

The lady wished somehow
she could stop running.

I wished somehow
I could keep going.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Tenebrae, in the year 541 AD.