Terrible Child

the lady with the gallery said
i love her, that terrible child
island in the middle of Paris
terrible child paints the island walls
she touches anything
it turns to colour
accolades
broken creations
the man with the camera said
i love her, that terrible child
no such thing as a sad life
not for her
the rabbit with the ribbon said
i love her, that terrible child
she flies away
she lives somewhere humid now
that terrible child
she makes wine
she makes clothes
she makes money
she is terrible and there is no such thing

i imagine them, i will take care of them