Rapture (#405) / Wolran Kim
She, who was support soprano with absolute pitch at a middle seat in a choir.
An alto disappeared
She, of my age, forced to move to new place of residence is
Intermountain Medical Center: 5121 So. Cottonwood St. Murray
I went to buy flowers
The flowers might know they will wilt right away if they go out to the world
If they caught to the person like me who hates to watch wilting
Dry them by hanging up side down at the peak moment
They don't even have a slight movement cutting my selecting gaze
A destinies of selling flowers are only two different ways
They have to cry at a mourner's house and have to smile at a wedding hall
I never had seen somebody who can cry and smile dandyish
I chose the most gloomy one
The room number is 1225, just like a prisoner's number in the hospital
She was sitting on a wheel chair who was down after drop a music
Left side of the body was lost of memory
and the back of the hand had a bruise from needles
She did not stop talking with smile even a bubbles on her left lips
Had been only one day since she moved to a general sickroom
from an intensive care unit
"I'm saying thank you because I'm still alive"
"You will get quite well, you are still too young"
The flowers that I brought either smile like her or cry like me
I putted the flowers' heart in the destiny like full of water
Watching a night view such as hotel in Las Vegas
I came down just like escape to the ground in an elevator
Became a secular's wife and looked back a bulky and heavy building
Became a doll made of salt and heart was soaking wet
Ankles was melting in the high-heeled shoes
The sky was like a dark bluish reservoir filled with night-water
On the sky rooftop it looks as though it pouring down
A helicopter was gradually descending
Pushed an accelerator to the night of Sodom in the back mirror
Titanic building where left my half of the body
Was rapturing bodily
