Glimpse Of Hope

She stared at him,
Eyes squinted,
Lids moving up, down, up, down

Up,
To his self locked dreads
Face frowning fiercely
As she struggled to swallow
Bile and words stuck on her throat.

Down,
To the bands that crowded his hands
Probably hiding tattoos
And scars from brawls
She sneers
Holding her mouth tightly
Pushing sounds and syllables of mistrust
To the back of her mouth
Down her throat
Back into her mind

Eyes squinted
Eyebrows raised
She stares back at eyes
Willing her to smile
Begging for some form of approval

Hoping for a glimpse of hope.