this morning #720.

this morning, she sat in the shadows of skyscrapers, discarded copies of morning papers drifting past whenever the breeze picked up. the weekend was almost here but weekends didn’t mean all that much to someone in her position. it’d been so long since she’d had a day off that life was just one long week anyhow. at the end of every shift, she’d stop in the park & just sit here like this, dazed & broken before most folks had even begun their days. they walked past her sitting there, unaware that she’d once sort of been somebody. unaware that these were not her best days. they couldn’t be bothered with that. most of them had their own shit to worry about. they were dazed & broken too.