Naked, yet more clothed than you or I are on a frigid winter day… Who is she? It could be anyone.

Your ex girlfriend.

The girl you were lusting after in the cereal isle at the grocery store.

Your math professor.

Your sister.

You cannot see her eyes, nor the curvature of her lips. Here she stands naked for you, but why?    Is she looking at with you with longing eyes? Does the mask cover tears of heartbreak?

She stands here naked for you, giving you everything…. and yet she gives you nothing.

You are alone, on a deserted island of your own emotions, left to react to her how you may.

This is a one way street that only you traverse.

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