Her fingernails engrave something you can see changing in her.
The walls begin to sink in deep layers of forgiveness.
You, You secretly look at her in her own nature.
In nothingness she floats in a dreamlike moment of self closure.
Allowing herself to tranquilize in isolated weight and texture,
Her hands remain vigilant.
Following the movement of her nails,
male is able to capture reality.
the male seeks in her a path of individual travel,
the female desperately parts in an ocean of virgin red blood.
Colliding her nails against concrete,
This is what the male captures.
when not allowed.
in permanent beauty.
the female zoo