Oh, that boy in motorbike!

She saw him yesterday.
The day before.
In reality.
In her dreams.
He’s speeding.
To somewhere.
Beyond what her eyes can see.
He once left a mark.
An art or a scar on her fingers.
No, it’s in her heart.
Not even medicines can erase.
She was left in awe.
Jaws dropped as he passed before her.
Just like that.
As if she didn’t exist.
The strong wind kissed her instead.
Together with the dust.
And the smoke.
And the hurt.
And the blood.
Inside her, she’s dying.
While he stomp his right foot.
On the dirt atop her corpse.
and her dead ego!

Oh, that boy in motorbike!

About Miss_Pia

Neurotic Health-care Professional who enjoys sleeping, running, reading, introspecting, pole art and exploring new things and sometimes, places!
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