ultima-esperanza

I. Haru He wipes away each trickle with the pad of his thumb; none escape his attention. He will erase everything-- the tears, the creases, the scars, the look on her face that says she knows she will not survive this. II. Tierra It's so strange to see this break, this non sequitur. The tears, that is. Here is this hair, tangled and wild mane curling and crackling around this face. This face must surely belong to someone--something--else. A lamb or a mouse or a child lost at birth. Tierra doesn't want to touch it--this face, this arm, this girl--it's too impersonal, unique, cold. She's become a snow angel; her name melts on your t