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