Cheryl Avauno
Just a girl wandering in a broken world
Cheryl Avauno
Just a girl wandering in a broken world
Just a girl wandering in a broken world
Just a girl wandering in a broken world
Never-to-be noticed me sits at the end of the bar. It’s cold and the wind swirls around my Auburn curls. I tend to stare into the abyss and enrapture myself in lonely thoughts.
It looks like this:
Purple swirls like snow before green and blue mountains. Cows fly into the viewers eyes but fail to hit anything. They disappear like bubbles or change to feathers. Howling wind is suddenly an empty tun...
It feels strange to say “Good morning” to an empty doorway, but I know someone is there.
Semi-early riser, 7 am deliveries show up at my door. I don’t remember why I opened my door the first time. I think I heard a clink or a smack—I don’t quite remember which. But I opened the door with a tentative inquiry, “Hello..?” The sunshine drifted through and pointed to a ring-sized box on my doormat. I ...
A young wife with short red hair stood on the balcony across from mine. I knew she was young because of the resilience in her smile. The New York smog washes that away after time.
A gray morning but not too cold, I bathed myself in morning glow - hot coffee in hand. A professional camera could have claimed the right angle, had I the face for glamor. Alas, I push brown glasses on the bridge of my ...
Weightless, visible rays wash over golden hair. I can only see the trees and the window before me in a gentle gaze. Each bright line traces a memory in my mind as if the sun has intertwined with my mind. A bird steps lightly on the sunshine I now claim. I break, “Don’t drop heavy ideas onto golden locks.” Let nothing shake me free. Envelop me in sunshine - you are lovely....