A ghost appeared to a child one night.
The artery was unbreakable.
A mystery flew out of her mouth.
As the child had his fifteenth birthday,
he realized that she was not a ghost.
She was his lover.

Her teeth was the colour of our wall.
Our wall is yellow...

Her crescent lips defined the day.
The sun was only oblivion.
Never until now did I realize
That she was glad cancer
Who stabilized my fickle mind.