- Vol. 05
- Chapter 12
Image by Mark Basarab
Glance
She was the stars she was.
Blue, she was, and blue.
She danced and sang.
One day she looked down at me
All the way
through a single dark space
the depth of a soul.
186,000 miles.
I got butterflies.
My mountains swirled.
She smirked:
"I eat rocks like you for breakfast."