Her twine soul cruel

beating fast in air

Of the future.

Marbel eyes, closed peaches

Soft slime blue

Whispers.

Touch the skin

Of her wonder

 

Or maybe

never again

To feel a warm hand

Break the lonely border.

The dream of her becomes

Nighmare evaporation,

An opened iris exits

That perfect end within

 

A thought that marks the choke

In every wake

A blur of faults to try

Forget, to never blink,

To leave the dream

Where she belongs,

 

For someone more accommodating