Intimacy falls
flat on her face against hard
concrete. Window-pain
of the soul opened.
She leapt out-- into mid-air--
Smashing-- abstracted.
Is she alive? No
one caught her. Vulnerable
to asphalt - turned down.
3 consecutive, senyrūs form
AI Art Inspired by Poem: https://sora.com/g/gen_01jqt55gfdekgatr3f1t0rkgd2
