i met a girl named sadirah shine and the name was so beautiful that i had to write a poem about her electric hair and her coffee-brown eyebrows. her smile was subdued as if it had been suppressed for so long that the real thing didn't know how to show itself. she was a flower in full blossom though and her hands were worked raw. her mind was a labyrinth full of hedges and bushes and fruit and the sun always shined from her because her surname really did reflect her.
