The Swelling Town

There are so many things I don’t know about.

I have hangnails, cracked nail polish and mud on my shoes.

I’m in the womb of this creature called the Town.

I can feel the air trying to rid my body of foreign substances.

Towns are always like this.

To fit in and become a part of this would take ages.

So I continue on slowly, ,slowly trying to be acknowledged.

I am alone, left behind by the herd.

The sun sets quietly.

The cold air is holding me tightly, yet my body is burning.

I would like to be accepted.

 The light reflected by the buildings around me ask,

“Where are you from?”;”Why are you here?”

“I don’t know.”-I answer.

That’s why I keep walking.

Should I put rouge on my lips?

I’m stopped by a reflection of myself in a shop window.

My lips look a little redder,which cheers me up.

I smile at myself.

“How do I look?”

The town is swelling.

Not quite a welcome, but more tender than rejection.

The sunset paints my cheeks grenadine like blush.

Story:Nanami Imada©