more solitude

You came crashing into the café. Wild hair, wild gestures, dressed like a man who had been out hunting all night. You had been a woman once. But now there was no softness left in you. The little girl you had once been must be huddling somewhere in a dark corner with jagged edges. You threw your arms in the air, screaming over and over again "the meaning of words" "the meaning of words". All these words which had done so much harm to you.