Do you see the tear in her golden eye?
Her brittle fingers
Cover the dusty face where loneliness lingers
Listen to the words of her black sapphire eyes
see the stories they tell of the shivers in her spine.
Turn off the incandescent
[where your "dreams" lie]
Drink the light within her feline eye
Kiss her fragile fingers to life.
It's ten minutes to nine
Her heart is on the red line
Ten minutes later she would die
Lying alone supine
~Bernadette Ikhena~
This is an ekphrasis inspired by a friend's photograph
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