She was laying on the ground like a broken mirror.
But I found no trace of blame in her wide open eyes.
She simply could not understand. Her lead grey eyes were staring straight in front of her.
Staring at me.
Asking why.
Her long hair spread around her face like a black crown. Splinters and fragments sparkling like stars on a dark black sky.
Her white dress folding all around her like a soft, light corolla.
Fresh white petals on the way to decay.
Her arms and legs distorted like a cracked reflection on multiple pieces of glass.
And the deep red stain from her back, spreading slowly like a crown of blood.
LAURA BEATRIX WOLFWOOD
New London, 2485.11.22
Corona, 2491.11.22
But I found no trace of blame in her wide open eyes.
She simply could not understand. Her lead grey eyes were staring straight in front of her.
Staring at me.
Asking why.
Her long hair spread around her face like a black crown. Splinters and fragments sparkling like stars on a dark black sky.
Her white dress folding all around her like a soft, light corolla.
Fresh white petals on the way to decay.
Her arms and legs distorted like a cracked reflection on multiple pieces of glass.
And the deep red stain from her back, spreading slowly like a crown of blood.
LAURA BEATRIX WOLFWOOD
New London, 2485.11.22
Corona, 2491.11.22
