chimera

streaming down her face a meandering crimson river round her high cheekbones: a mountainous onslaught for truce

of bloodshed: torrents flood parched lands flowers bloom like the virgin chuckles of a newborn

of cradles: an undarkened lamina solid and pure alabaster to carve the next narrative on

of narratives: oft subjective fictional and elusive wistful thinking

never give up on her dreams she was told

she stayed in her coma.