Society Entails

short poem

Dreams. 
They float in and out of my trail of consciousness
Like a lost moth in the city
Attracted to lights. 
Hopeless.

She stands at the bus stop, bag in her hand,
Waiting;
For that man. 
That fairy tale. 
That dream. 
The concubine down the hall doesn't speak.

Little girl,
Don't fall in the trap
That was set up for you.

Author's Note

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