ocean,

i saw a beautiful person today. her hair \]\ grew in patches from her skull, her snapback hid the shame her tumour showered her with. her bone-tight leggings seized what skin she had left with her stained hoodie / ^grey her frail fingers with tips painted red trembled their way to the cashhierʼs hand and made her way out;;;; with christmas cards for her dead son. i saw a beautiful person today. his large shirt conformed to his curves and bends until it snuck its way into his pants. his rotund abdomen toppled over the loose belt…d;. dsds he sat on the cold stone beside the curb and awaited the metroʼs arrival, to go somewhere he wonʼt come back from. i saw a beautiful person today. she saw me too. her yellow eyes would glow holding her motherʼs hand. her thrifted slippers stampeded across the sidewalk while she drew +the war plan with chalk. i would read the agony on their smiling faces with the sun in the corner and a house on the hill. i hope she becomes a serial killer.