"BUT YES, I DO FEEL YOUR PRESENCE LOST."
her heels pounded on the cobbled floor as she stumbled over sand and stone. she reached out her hands toward the skies, her fingers fanned out, reaching reaching, and the red balloon floated out of reach, just out of reach.
she shook her head in disbelief and stretched even further, intent on grabbing the bastard balloon. the balloon that was released, neglected, in need of care. oh little
harami. balloon balloon, you
harami. bastard balloon.
harami.
she jumped and reached out her hand and her fingers caught the end of the
harami balloon, the shade of crimson red, red like a rose, red like
darah, red like blood. and as she held it in her arms, it burst with a loud sound and she was startled. she looked at her hands in disbelief at the infant bleeding in her hands.
she cradled it and brought the infant to the stream.
she sang a lullaby as she cleaned up the infant.
the infant opened his eyes and looked up at her.
she fell in love.
the infant waved a little fist at her, his fingers curled up in a tight ball.
she teased open the fist with her index finger and the infant gurgled.
the infant smiled, its toothless gum wet with glee.
she held it, held it. no longer reaching, suddenly found.
she held the infant in her arms and she sang it a song.
she sang it a love song.
the blood of the red balloon no longer seen.
the blood of the infant, she has soon cleaned.