and it was the 7th of July
when Sophie began to question
she wondered, if there was something else
that she should --- could --- needed to ---
she thought of these questions constantly
they wouldn't let her sleep, the thoughts tortured her body and burned her soul, singeing her pale body
she thought .... no, she knew, she could take no more.
so what would she do?
maybe she could outgrow it, force her mind to become a
deadened piece of jelly. she would agree with what she was told, do what she was asked of, grow up into another vain, sex-crazed teen, grow up into a mid-twenties-ish, full of plans, ideas and hope, grow up into a frustrated housewife, consumed with children and cleaning and infomercials. she would forget that there was a world outside her own small life...
...that didn't happen.
she decided to not become one of the wandering masses.
so, one night, she left.
it is not known
but once the news reports, that no one saw, stopped; once the rumors, that were not acknowledged, ceased, all traces of that unknown girl
a stranger might have said
that it was all for the
better, the world wasn't
ready for her, and, maybe
she wasn't ready for the
it could be said, that
she never wondered
and it was the 7th of july.