dark sky pulled threads
dark elf appears in tears
captive by consciousness
paints grids of the past
debt imposes.
happy lag she was
but her red stripes
turned into dark pitch room.

it splits bird song, chains legs and arm
dumbness just screams
stick on the screens
her faded shape and mind.
sun-sward stabs her
canvas hunts her
blind mirror paints grids
locks trembling faces.

after chime
twinkling dawn
hood lies in a dust.
she is just hanging
barely disappearing
on the huge canvas.