blue skinned woman

there is a blue skinned woman.

she is old and wrinkled, she has a breathing tube.

but she has kind eyes and a fiery spirit.

there is yelling. i cannot hear it.

she is standing. maybe she is leaning. i dont quite know.

i think she is dead.

she is at least dying.

i dont think the paramedics will reach her in time.

she is beautiful.

blue is her color. it brings out her eyes.

i think i will miss her. i think i already do.

but such is the way the river flows.

and yet;

there is pain.

there is heartbreak.

this is life.

living and dying, dying and living.

thats the way it goes.

at least i will not forget the blue skinned woman.