the defector!

She had never been still...stagnant...
One moment if I see her standing on the rooftop, arms akimbo...
The next moment she's gone!
Search ...search...
And I find her cycling down that alley fast...
Head bowed almost on the handlebar...eyes sharp looking upfront...
Gleaming!

Once I saw her chasing that ruffain,
Her muscles sweated...
Her body hugging tee spelling doom for the beast!

The next day...
I found her at the pole!
Dancing like a poledancer quite!
She looked half russian...
Half-greek!
She...
My god! the defector!

Until yesterday...
I never had the idea that she...was a defector...
The ex-FBI!
Now working(sic) for an arms dealing conglomerate!
God!
Give her peace...
God...
Let her realize there's no light at the other end of the tunnel through which she runs!





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