- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
she closes her eyes and a dream words, wet paint, graffito her own parade permeates the inner walls, silent singing
in there her gaze, ablaze unabated seeking, her feet are distinct and an array of encrypted lines splattered,
speaking — a strangely familiar terrain — unmapped feelings and the mind tries to articulate how to spell the name
the fuel, the flames and the ember
the improvised throne, heart a target, aquamarine here where she placed it ‘it awaits the parade that awaits you
follow through to the edge of the night' ...
There is day, her awakening.