the ground beneath my feet is that white gravel you see everywhere
cheaper than pavement, better than dirt i suppose
ive been walking a while when a woman starts upon the same trail
roughly ten feet ahead of me
we must have a similar destination
because i appear to trail her,
and i assure you it's merely coincidental,
in the dark for a good thirteen minutes
no sounds but the rhythmic clink of my knife against my pocket change
oh and of course her controlled breathing
to maximize her hearing abilities
the cunt probably thinks i wish to rape her
how vain of her
she stops a moment by a camp site
pretending to check her phone
of course i just walk by
she is nothing
she is a body of pre conceived notions
we all are
making assumptions of our worlds
other people. ourselves. "god".
deciding what someones else's fate holds
like a crack babies fate is already decided for it on day one
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