She stands alone
in the rain
without umbrella
drip
drip
drip
And in her hands
wilting.
flores rojas
como hadas
muertas
Their wings drooping
Under the weight of rain
drip
drip
drip
running down each petal
SANGRE
flowing freely from
her wrists,
open to the acid rain
stinging the gaping wounds
but still she stands
alone.
sin paraguas