The phone buzzes. Mona sends $101 to her younger brother who needs new glasses. He bought blue frames that sparkled against his brown eyes. The phone rings and Mona turns back from the hallway ... [+]
coughing came out of that isolation ward,
as pervasive as the odors of rotten vegetable.
darkness like charred ants, fleeing in all direction.
She was twining a wisp of hair slowly,
counting the number of fallen leaves
outside the window and her sprit
interlaced a sleepy smoke with broken vases.
A lone soul made a break for freedom,
tears of her face glided across the grey sky,
singing a soft requiem from their land of spirits,
locked up in a flickered shadow of the candle.
Rugged surface muffled with spiderweb,
odor of souls was a brace to the walls.
a wounded sparrow fluttered to the ground,
licked the cries and whisper of the island.