7/8/15

In the skin

of a ghost

I stalk a turbid stroller

I ask

the desperate soul

Did it happen again?

touching her hopes and wonders

The woman hears and collapses

In the pink linen of ease

Sheets of tears

A veiled mirror

As she’s on her way to fear

A cement-filled stomach

finds no exit

On this path of desperation and regret

Her lips mumble

‘Love me!’

While pebbles make a first bend

‘Or break my heart’ , she wispers

Exhaling finally calm

Love is pain

I realise

And watch her , stroll to home