A strange sense of dystopian streets, the air is thick and heavy. Temperatures are gross, Lee sees me and ignores my presence. I am tolerant as I know it was me who caused my invisibility and I hope she heals quickly.
A well dressed lady in summer clothing is sipping on an iced coffee, she walked on through me and I am still feeling the scars she left.
In another lifetime where the truth is the currency. Where love is never mistaken for a sin. In another time and place where sin is hatred and xenophobic behavior is simply a weakened beast left dying. On a dystopian Street in Brooklyn, in late July 2023.
That well dressed lady smiles at me as if she knows me and I pretend and smile back.