She becomes a deterioation of the past,
her heart paints an apple with vivid patternic lines,
stroking swiftly with a rare sakuyo, as her hand declines,
her body begins to feel harassed,
her mind emerges into a weather forecast,
hot and cold streaming through her bloodline,
leaving her on the ground - and her state of mind;
Nothing. Shrivelling into an apple of the past.
