The Photographs Nobody Wants...(stream of consciousness writing 5)

The photographs nobody wants
Are sitting in a stack
on my desk right now
They weren't even discounted
Just free
Because their imperfections-
Fragments of unwanted light,
Smears, and bad exposure-
They were put into a bin
Outside
I couldn't have stolen them
If I wanted to
And for an unknown reason
That bothered me
They aren't worth their weight
In words apparently
1000 a piece, not hardly
I think one word each is fair
Because the lady whose face
Is half hidden in shadow
On the first in the stack
Is obviously crying
And it looks like one word
Is all she can muster