In the solace of the empty streets
The woman storms about
Already blood stain her face's cloth
But she's not finished yet
Another gang she comes across
And beast them to the earth
In dust she moves away midst moans
Another fight to find
She turnes a corner running on
Something snatches her
In solitude the debtor tears
The cloth from her face
He finds it battered, bruised, and bloody
Her breathing's hard and shallow
She hums now with all she had left
To chase away her demons
The debtor wipes away her blood
Mingling with the tears
He gives her shoulder a fatherly squeeze
She's not alone quite yet
She trembles as he guides her home
But not a word is spoken
Her tears recede, her humming fades
At least they're gone for now.
Next Week: A Cure For Now
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