A woman descending...

A woman descending an infinite stairway, her elegant face but a chromatic aberration. Above, the stars swerved missing the trees. In the palm of a hand was a rose-bush. Around it, the vegetation was quiet. Many days had gathered like feathers. It always seems to rain tigers just before noon. From a mountaintop we can see the perished land trapped inside a cage, its firmament pounded with a fist. A notice reads: "No free shelter here". Hammers fell until dawn, resulting in only so much rust and empty fascination.