5. Naked

She was naked.

And beautiful.

Not like a performance.

More like truth.

Her curls were questions without answers.

Her skin spoke.

Her mouth: a pause.

And her eyes —

deep like... what, exactly?

She turned.

Walked along the wall,

her fingers trailing over it

as if reading memory by touch.

Then she said:

“I don’t even know

if this is love.”

And she left the sentence

standing there.

Like herself.