Always A Strong Suit

Sitting at the bus stop, the sun blazed  down on her wore torn skin

it burned her
     
      she felt as weathered as the bench
      beneath her

a girl
she saw a girl with a face riddled with scars

       her shoulders hunched up
       her armour, her suit buttoned up
       just below her chin

the girl on the bench pushed her torso forward and turned her head to the left,  noticing the bus was coming down the wide and busy road

       "The bus is coming!" she announced
       to the pretty girl with all her armour.
       she smiled her way, "The bus is com-
       ing."

their honey eyes met and their friendly smiles bridged zits and weariness and the heat

May I sit next to you?
Yes, that would be just so lovely!

       So what's your major?
Um, Computer Science..
        What do you want to do, what are your dreams? Oh, and by the way what's your name?

Isabel

Lynn

       the bus rumbled forward as they
       talked all the live long way

listening smiling laughing

       relax

listening smiling laughing

       the armour came crashing down
       like silver glass

she could taste the metal in her mouth
dissipate

       listening smiling laughing

her shoulders dragged a little more with
each minute of their journey

Relax

       she thought, "She doesn't seem to
       see all these scars on my face...."

the buttons popped off her suit