She's a Workaholic
There were fifteen pictures left and spare flashbulbs in her pocket
Photography takes her away
To that place
Where nothing can touch her
No words biting at her bruised flesh
Negativity filling her lungs with each sad breath
Just her and her trustworthy camera
Which is the only thing she can depend on
Consisting only of plastic and metal parts; no heart
Where's the Wizard of Oz when you need him...
The coolness of it in her hands
Dissipating the heat from her anger
That last fight was a doozy...
Looking through the lens
Into a parallel universe
A world filled with smiles and beauty
That special place she covets
Where she would gladly reside forever
And so she tries
*Written for dVerse Open Link Night and BloggyMoms Writer's Workshop
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