Pages turn, eyes shift, and voices whisper
Eager to escape the existing site plain to see.
All naive.
A target found within the room leads to fierce suspect
Of consciously disgraceful acts unto self-dignity.
Shamelessly worn.
Red beads lying across a fragile wrist holding a secret
A mystery hidden away, yet the scarlet bracelet exists as a reminder
Of strength, of will, of her.
Fashion statement or proud proclamation of existence?
Only the minds of the parallel discern the reality.
Her reality.
