black skirt

its been a long night. along few months. she pauses for a second just past the door way. her chin runs to her left sholder and her hair falls over her face. her legs stopped mid step, in heels her right toe barley kissing the wood on the floor. her face cringes togeather as she sniffles the air in though her noise, all holding back a single tear, that she never let fall... a black skirt and matching jacket. a clutch bag and two rings, she regains composer and presses on. her heels pounding the ground louder with every step.