She walks– arms crossed, cold hands tucked into armpits, chin tucked into chest.
The familiar dark ink pool spreads around her feet.
She bends down this time. Curious?
Her reflection- just fragmented spirals.
She slips! lurching upward and backward, around.
The black ink fills her mouth.
Hog-tied, she lets out a fluid-filled silent scream.
A violent blow to the back of her head.
—
The angel sings
Do I hear 21, 21, 21…
I’ll give you 21, 21, 21…
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Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub.
She floats now… in a soft pool of light, enclosed in a red tomb, bathed in an oxygenated salted sea,
Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub.
A shadow moves across the the field.
She inserts her thumb into her mouth and sleeps.
For Kajsa