dense as fog.

she couldn't
look past
him
but she could
walk
straight through
him.

every day.

in the hallway
as if she
was the one
that no hands
        no ropes
        no hearts
could ever fully grasp,
could every fully keep,
could every fully convince to stay.

she walked
                    past
                    through
     ­               away
from him
as he
continued on to
his new girl
      new **** buddy
      new toy to distract from how he could never stop himself from killing
      everything
         he loved.