She grew in a gloomy climate, her knowledge was the faith of her parents.
She owned a wet skin under the sand of that desert, she survived secretly.
Alone she led the universe around her to prosper again.
He sensed her one night while she was sleeping, and he led her to a sinful life.
The peaceful desert grew rocks on her sandy skin, and the wickedness hurt the romantic winter songs.
An alien, a killer, in love with blood and violations.
My darling died again.

Artwork by Fabian Perez