Being in black, excites our curiosity, her body made in specification for skeleton, a woman there is.
On her left cheek, getting a tear, like an arlequin she is.
When you put a plaster on, you should treat as a benchmark, a mole on the right shoulder.
When I asked the child who lost his way where he would go, he pointed from the universe.
On the nape of her neck, like wringing water out of, she is running with sweat.