P.S. the level of creativity in this small box is making my soul sing... I see the ocean and our insanities are swimming kindred.

Now back to those others...

Yes Jane did..
follow her that is
she took on the demeanor
of the man in the corner spewing the indecipherable babble
determined insanity
Philedelphia was obviously not her stop
for before she noticed her muse
gathering her small yellow puff,
she had not recognized the familiarity
of her cheesesteaked surroundings

Sarah had become Mecca
the escape
the mission
the new hope
the chocolate balls
that were eyes
shifted into the furthest corners of their sockets
looking for an escape from the hovering prescence of truth
with swift grace she danced with the uneven motions of the train
racing for an open door
a chance for freedom from her transgressions
a detour from truth to light
Brooklyn
that would have been her daughters name if not for...
nevermind
the running distracted her thought
luckily
she was unaware of the chase of truth
that she was being pursued.

Jane slid her thin frame between the closing glass
giving one last look to the possibility
of her kindred soulbrother
hoping the attendant wouldn't give him her note
until she had already gone
her eyes
slits of focused energy
sly pupils
of a fox
insistant on pursuing her prey.
In stealth
she moved as a seasoned assasin
being visibally unnoticed
racing toward confrontation
with the smell of blood on her brain
a barrn hole of her own
begging for reason
of precious disposal
invisioning the harsh scene which lended scarlet fingernails
she kept pace
four families behind her target
with children.
the first bus number was hard to predict
being that there were several greyhounds
heading north
which she knew was the direction `from the train ride
plus,
are not THE OTHERS
always headed north?
"route 1657 to Baltimore"
had been the last statement made by the
attractive Mexican ticket woman
selling the small bubble-coated lady a ticket
Jane knew her window was short
so she conjured a fictional tale
that would have made Aesop proud
gaining her a free ticket on bus 1657
she followed suit for the next three routes
through the sweet and not so sweet smelling stations
of cities on her way to Brooklyn
(she discovered was the destination on the third bus through evesgropping)
decidably far off of her original track.
Little aborter walked fast
and Jane, though frail and not that old
had a grandmother's disposition
and smoker's lungs.
upon reaching the crisp New York air
Jane gagged at it's starling stench
startling because it was unexplicably welcoming
although foul.
denying rest as a gift to her pursuit,
Janes heavy, deep draws for air
gained some unwanted attention amongst other patrons
luckily none of which were her wearing a yellow coat.
the station wall however, offered it's side for a brief recovery
and the chaser oblidged.
Limping toward the beckoning sunshine
that highlighted the end of her journey
in all of her seemingly innocent beauty
and glorious pain
Jane and Mecca met eyes
....
and then what happens?

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WITH CUZ (STACEY) GONE, I'LL NEVER REALLY BE HERE AGAIN

I swear I'm a marry an OKP


Nakia Genevieve are my middle names... Not my attempt to morph Phenom with Novembersgift... But...