Artist on the Orange Line Now acquainted, she smiles. Held captive by those innocent eyes, falsely advertised. She kisses his words with laughter, juggling her hands expressively in the otherwise inanimate atmosphere of public transportation. No more than minutes and she's already against the wall. Spread on a white sheet, she quickly pens out a makeshift identity. She didn't know it, but she was silently seduced, and he didn't know it, but I could tell. Whilst I forever remain silently stowed, all the way across the train; disregarded yet undiscarded by his side. And I wonder, have I ever been beautiful to a stranger? Beheaded, Decapitated, Blue - Jason Jedrusiak
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Lauren Chapman