A two-legged heart was walking on her way
She was warming herself in the sun, smiling hurriedly
A gust of wind knocked her to the ground
She stood up, dusted off with a smile,
When a spit hit her innards
Why are you doing this? She asked the passer-by
But he, calmly, shrugged and walked away
She slowly wiped herself and went on her way
What could she have told him? That his spit left a stain on her life forever?
