She didn’t look up

from the cracks in the sidewalk

nor did she turn down the street to go home.

Instead, she just kept walking.

She walked until her feet were

bruised and bloodied

walked until her lungs were on the

precipice of collapsing

walked off the maps edge and into oblivion. Every direction desolate

void of civilization.

She found sanctuary in the solace of loneliness and wished the

construct of time was just that.

A construct.

Not an 8am punch in

not a noon lunch or evening dinner

but a sleep extended deep into space

where the stars outnumber

the grains of sand on earth.

She hoped to be weightless.

She hoped to be gone.