Ligo haibun – Temple

Walking home on my own. Standing like figurines, two black American Air-force boys, Temple guards for all I know. The hairs on my charity shop fur coat bristle. ” Hey Ma’me…” Too naive, too dark, too late. Now I have two companions. Be nice, be friendly. I point them towards town. I walk the last few yards to my boyfriends house,  my soul leaching from my body, as they follow.

 

watched from above

cutting the heart from

the sacrificial lamb

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