FRAYING THE EDGES

Is There a Song in Her Mouth?

A Single Drop Trickles Down

Image created by Nour Boustani using Midjourney — Thank you, Nour! :)

black and white hair
a corridor (shadows dance)
the eye
(are you looking) vacant
empty
sad
a whisper
turns in echoes
(was it you
was it me)
the doors
open
close
open