With prohibition in his grip

     For the days had been long, extending each day into night. Seasons changed as she blinked her eyes and gazing at everything and nothing. She found herself inconsistent in a place she shouldn't be. She acknowledged none of the eyes that watched her on the runway through the crowd. He spilled out in front of her, fumbling in his words as he grabbed her hand. With prohibition in his grip upon her waist, she struggled little to escape.

~JK