by Eli Skipp
Elke discovered some time ago that she had been tricked
into death, an island surrounded by uncrossable asphalt
and concrete and blinding reflections, once masked by the
heavy smoke as she traveled. This is how she became
stuck, isolated, with the fire of her heart stolen away.
She has slowly given way to becoming a being of smoke,
for all her defiance, and moves unnoticed in the in-
between hours despite the prints she leaves and the
branches she breaks and the shelters she builds to block
the sun. Even the raw looking deer are unaffected by her
stalking presence, their dull prey eyes looking into her
and through her.
"You were impermanent," those eyes say. "You were brief."
Posted on 11/26/2013
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