The sky was purple-mixed with splashes of her own blood.
she walked aimlessly through the golden dunes-
smiling at the emptiness of her voyage.
Soon her hair will cover her cold sleepless-dreamless-eyes -
seeking warmth inside her thoughts-
the hollowness of the ground swallows her right into her lovers thighs.
the thinness of life glides past her body as sandstorms emerge from despair.
A cloud of illusions that blind,as the desert turns into a self portrait.
As the dunes transform into her body, specifying every curve, filling in every breast.
Her heartbeat calls for the sun to burn her love which has been deceived by so many.
Her voice calls for the stars to rain on her to forget what she has never loved.
Her hair calls for the moon to help her reach out to god.
THE FEMALE ZOO