I am so envious of you all
Floating around the seas
Not worrying about the fall
Medusozoa sinking so sweetly
You're so gorgeous to me, really.

Will my body remain a temple after you penetrate its innocence?
Will these hands be forever stained by filth and guilt?
Will the world forgive me for the sins in this lifetime?
Will I ever have the chance to see this corrupt ground rebuilt?

My name is Lucia.

Surname undefined.

I was born in July 14th, 2019.

I have no age, but a spirit.

I possess a female body, the most comfortable one.

I’m a ******, not ever going to partake in human physical *******.

I take the name of light; I am the light.

Few people know me.

I shall not be known by the passed away.

I shall not be known by the unfaithful.

I made a contract with her:



My soul bears a spirit, named after light.

Flesh be her use; mind in her rescue.

Figure is her forming; peace does she bring.

Wisdom her instrument; and truth she sings.

Wheels roll on the iron rails,
On the way home a yolky moon aril.
Linen haired boy blue eyes skin pale,
Gazed into the window my shadows fail.
No way he knew my window glowed.
His gaze, school countenance, a grown-up child,
All in the reflection of my mirror clear.
At five thirty five the train was there,
He got up and left, left nothing to declare.