yet again I find
myself facing the wall...

It’s the end of this blink, breath
second...

The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...

it takes the little blood left within
you to reconcile with the past...

The night has rested
on her exhausted shoulder...

The cards were unfolded
by petals...

They swayed
into darkness...

The voice preached within
her veins, passed to her head...

He came to me
from the corner...

I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun...

Faint aroma of crushed
sandalwood...

You knew pain took over
her tiny body...