The Ninth Wave

"Little light..."
"Can you not see that little light up there?"
"Where?"
"There!"
"Where?"
"Over here..."

"You won't burn."
"Red, red roses."
"You won't bleed."
"Pinks and posies."
"Confess to me, girl."
"Red, red roses,"
"Go down!"

15x15cm
Pencil on paper.