West

I walked up to her. I was trembling when she raised her hand
But she had raised for someone beside her
I wondered if I would wither

As I started talking, my eyes only followed her
craving crater in the skin
I couldn't understand
as it shook me from heart to bones

Then she took out a
paper and a pen
and pointing to the lines
said in the most innocence
I had yet seen

"I like them with lines".
And then it was over.