Looking in...
A YOUNG GIRL
LOOK ACROSS THE RIVER,
OF HER ILLUSIONS, FANTASIES
REALMS,
THAT ALL LAY WITHIN
HER,
THE GIRL ACROSS THE RIVER
LOOKING IN.
AT THE YOUNG FRIEND,
WATCHING HER THROUGH
THE FLAMES,
OF THE BRIDGE
THAT LAYS BURNING,
BY THE LIGHTER IN HER HAND.
?NO,NO, NO!?
YOU CAN?T KNOW THIS!
DEFINITELY NOT THAT?
BECAUSE IF YOU KNOW
YOU WOULD KNOW!
NO, NO, NO?
I?LL JUST PURCHASE
MORE LIGHTER FLUID.
A YOUNG GIRL
STANDING AT THE BASE
OF THE FLAMES
OF HER CREATION,
HOPING THAT THE HEAT
OF THE FIRE,
WILL BE ENOUGH
TO DRIVE THEM,
AWAY.
THEY LEAVE.
AND ALL IS VICTORIOUS
FOR THE YOUNG PLAYER
OF THE GAME
SHE NEVER WINS
AND IS SO AFRAID
OF LOSING.
A YOUNG GIRL,
LOOKING ACROSS,
THE RIVER,
OF HER ILLUSIONS, FANTASIES,
REALMS,
BURNING, YET,
ANOTHER ONE,
BURNING, AND WONDERING,
WHAT LAYS WITHIN
THE PERSISTENT WATCHER
WHO KEPT
BRINGING FIRE EXTINGUISHERS
TO THE GASOLINE SHE POURED.
A YOUNG GIRL,
STANDING, WAITING,
TO SEE THE WATCHER
GO.
YOU KNOW, NOW,
YOU KNOW!
Go!
PLEASE.
YOU MUST NOW?
A YOUNG GIRL,
LOOKING IN,
THROUGH THE REALITIES
OF A FRIEND?S EMBRACE
A FRIEND WHO DIDN?T RUN?
AWAY?
IN THE DEPTHS
OF THE ACCEPTING FLAMES.
AND NOW?
A YOUNG GIRL,
LOOKS IN,
INTO THE SCHEME
OF
THE GAME
THAT?
SHE COULDN?T
BELIEVE.
AND THE
YOUNG
FRIEND,
KEPT
WATCHING,
AND
BEGAN ADDING
CONCRETE?
TO THE
BRIDGE OF THE
YOUNG GIRL
WHO
HATES,
LOOKING
IN.
Dedicated to all the Maria Lopezes of the World