The Stranger. / by Lindsey Abudei

© Lindsey Abudei 2017

The stranger is my keeper.
Heart rolled up beneath her sleeve.

"Know more, say little. "she says. 
Tuck it in so no one sees
Run from contempt.

When it's hard to breathe
And your sleeves are torn, 
Come here.

Take my cloak.
Let me keep you.