Mark et

Markets are weird places. There is plight in her red dress. She carries bags of trivialities. She carries her baby to her chest. She had paid for both. She wants to see green before the burning yellow. I don’t know why. May be .. may be she is colorblind.. she wakes up to this face. Every morning.. without warning by a drowning scream.. she heard.. in her fluid dream. She sees dark circles on her face of clay.. cracks on her lips which she never opened to say. She hasn’t paid for either…