Maria B.
Mystic
She is alone. She doesn’t know where to go
when the blue light
finds her fractured shadow on the road
and the white mark of her breath,
the only heartbeat of the night.
It will end soon, but she doesn’t know it yet,
doesn’t know anything about the blue void
sprouting from the blue silhouette of her fading dreams.
when the blue light
finds her fractured shadow on the road
and the white mark of her breath,
the only heartbeat of the night.
It will end soon, but she doesn’t know it yet,
doesn’t know anything about the blue void
sprouting from the blue silhouette of her fading dreams.