She holds herself as if she were broken.
She holds herself as if the world is cold and always has been, always will be. As if the moon is always shining and she'll always be sad and different.
She'll be all alone forever.
Her pale hands are small around her arms that are wrapped around her tiny body like the embrace of the lover she never had but hopes someday she will.
Someday she will.
But her light flickers still.
Flickers still.
It takes me away, takes me far away, the sight of her alone and unwrapped like the gift that was given too early for Christmas forgotten on the sidewalk of Summer.
It takes me away the beauty of her and the silent abandon she carries like her torch illuminating all her purple scars across her beautiful body like a galaxy of stars, worlds without end upon her. Within her, inside the gentle tomb of her skin.
It take me away how senseless this world can be to see so many others, so much pretty and grace around them constantly and not see her--far above them all, home, somehere, in the clouds. Far, far above them like starlight.
-k.p
June 28, 2016
"Nirvana" by: Drew Danburry
Sitting on an old orange porch feeling the wave of beautiful rain dust cover me and cover all my senses delicately.
(Oh to be alive and know it!)
