at least i'm alive
...she had watched the years of her life pass by unceremoniously. marching end to end, it seemed, with no real consequence. she had watched the buildings around her crumble and fall, get torn down, built anew, then torn down yet again, only to be made a parking lot. abused and alone, she had given herself wholly into all she did. short and stocky in nature, she had never been much to look at, an eyesore if you will. she knew that eventually someone would take notice, someone would want something of her. and so she sat, the two story brownstone wedged between the other squat buildings on 49th...