She took off like a bat out of hell.
Skid marks and dust left in her wake
swirling in a sudden vacuum.
They were sitting on the balcony, thinking of what causes what.
Air fresh, the hum of the machines suddenly still. She felt the breeze
on her naked legs, looking up at the sky with its reddish lilac blueish light.
A spot a black spot started to move and suddenly it flew
a bird that flew jerkily and interrupted her thoughts.
You stopped inhaling.
Artists: Sherine Anis, Stephanie Misa