A Shadow For Shelter

 
Her life is a dusty road, 
It's wide and well lit. 
A full spectrum of colour 
Yet the movie's in just black and white. 
A million featureless faces, the people who she once met. 
Just scattered and separate,
Strangers at best. 
They don't know her name. 
She's a girl they'll forget but a girl who could listen, 
Dry eyed as they share dirty secrets. 
No sun, 
It's not cold and it's dry but for pools of salt Water that drags hold of the dead and to Their depths are preserved for the feast. 
For the beast. 
It's a meaningless journey for most, 
She can see but for her it's been no waste of time. 
For this is her home 
And tonight she will sleep, 
A blade for reflection 
And a shadow for shelter