She's Becoming

'Hey'

I call out,

'I'm not afraid of you'

In fact,

I welcome her with open arms

If only she would get off that grey cement wall she's

perched on,

her bruised legs swinging off the side

She's small

Smaller than I expected

A thin white stick in between her lips

Drawing attention from her hazy figure

I laugh

Death would be smoking a cigarette