Everything inside the apartment had been too hot, including her temper. She needed to cool and calm herself down. Winter was coming but that wouldn’t be cold enough.
She walked around in a fiery daze. She knew she was angry but she could no longer remember why. Nor could she pinpoint from where her heat was emanating. She stopped and looked at the bicyclist who was passing her by, who in turn was staring at something across the street.
It was all wrapped up in shadows and light. The coldness fighting the fire within. She could feel it all. She stood rooted in that spot for a 13 hours and then she was able to go home and embrace the heat.
Categories: society, women, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
i don’t think i’ve ever
Crossed paths With a REAL Psychopath who
Enjoys Killing now like
Running over Kittens
With Lawn Mowers
With no Soul until
Presented With the
Face of True Evil
Thursday Night…
Glad i could tell
The Difference In
His eyes and Appreciative
That Real Evil took that
Long to enter into
Three Feet Distance
Of My Flesh And Blood
Space.. It makes me really
More Appreciate People
Who are only Confused
And Ignorant of
This Evil from
A Distance
That is yet
Ever Close
To all they
Hold in Life as Dear…
Most of the time Evil
Like
That
Stays
Locked up
And or in the Shadow
Of all of us in potential
Too.. if Shadow Comes
To
Rule..:)
LikeLike
I’ve known a sociopath or two 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
The ones who aim
To kill with no
Regret for Sport
Are Challenging..:)
LikeLike