Like a night

1.

She stood there,

underneath glowing confetti

Proud, mad, fighting for her story,

in her eyes

You could read, through tiny rivers of blood

going Backwards, all the stories,

naïve and linear, all

Impossible and power-oriented,

what’s that, upstream

Her secret blood, you could speculate, and even dreams

Require color, how beautiful her cry for love,

beautiful She thought this would last and flicker,

her moods Her wonders, and her hair,

like a movie queen,

thisRequires technique, finesse,

only her special sense

 

2.

She stood there, underneath glowing confetti

Proud, mad, fighting for her story, in her eyes

You could read, through tiny rivers of blood going

Backwards, all the stories, naïve and linear, all

Impossible and power-oriented, what’s that, upstream

Her secret blood, you could speculate, and even dreams

Require color, how beautiful her cry for love, beautiful

She thought this would last and flicker, her moods

Her wonders, and her hair, like a movie queen, this

Requires technique, finesse, only her special sense

 

 

 

Bogdan Puslenghea
Illustration Nick Victor

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