The Great Escape

peering out
from beneath
a cloche
with poise
and dignity
befitting ladies
of bygone eras
whose suffering in silence
is generally not detected
unless your empathy sensor
is set on high
a stoic
boards a train
to nowhere in particular
just to get away
from the insensitivities
of the day

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