Soft, porcelain skin
so pale as a new moon
light hair dyed black with the night sky
she meant to stay.
she wanders
she wonders
why is she this way?
she flies through her life
dropping her hearts pieces
on the edge
where the sidewalk ends.
she lifts her sorrows
but poison licks her lips
where blood meets water to mend.
the life stained red
screams slash through the whispers
till the moon turns to dawn
her insanity begs to differ
