wama

29.05.08

there is a queen on the top of the hill. she tips a baby off the cliff with one finger. “go, fly” she says. she is not very convincing. the baby is strong and resourceful and protected by something bigger than the queen. so she jumps and hopes to fly.

the hill beneath the royal one is crumbling to the sea.

the people below gather and sing. they are ready to catch the baby but then know it is just a formality. the baby will fly and their voices will carry her high.

posted by la kara @ 09:08