Shirah Kinder

To Steal a Heart

Nowadays, I find myself in my mind. Not enough to warrant an eager attacker, but enough to forgo my actions. In a street devoid of life but full of flying papers, rolling plastic, burnt tents, shattered windows, and reeking of death, a musty, rotten smell, I hover over someone. I hover over their body as the summer dusk burns from the concrete.