- conte & charcoal
She made one mistake:
through the air wave she revealed the secret
that in her grief she would made painting
ensuring the blood (she) shed would never a waste
"but it was over, i'd been hurt too many times
my heart dried, unable to give any drop of love"
so, when it was cloudy in the day after
he sent thunders onto her heart, burned her dreams
into ashes. (later, he drew her sketches
with charcoal made from surviving promises
in her sooty scorched heart)
June 4, 2007
© Era Fiyantiningrum
