Dreams

Fallen angel

A beautiful girl, draped over a concrete ledge atop our building; hair wet from the all night rain, clothes plastered to her thin pale body, she raises her hand, her arm so delicate, exquisite, to brush the hair from her eyes. She looks around, confused. Her eyes are unnaturally large, dark gray or brown, why does she have a blue tone to her skin? Oh my, I think, she's dead. I tell Inta to give me a hand, help her up, poor dead thing. She's crying, she's shaking, she's scared, and she's sad. Why does she look so beautiful, so inhuman?