this morning #521.

this morning, to the outside observer, the significant purple bruise on the left side of her neck could’ve come as the result of any number of scenarios. hickey. birthmark. signs of a strangling. as she rode the bus, making little effort to cover it up, an elderly woman sitting across from her made little effort to cover up her uneasy stare. she shrugged off the attention & shut her eyes for a minute or two, ignoring the obvious judgment. when she opened them back up, the woman & her nosy nature had left the bus. it was none of that lady’s business in the first place. though she felt that way inside, the look on her face told a totally different story.