she is the
girl with brittle
bones and
stretched skin,
who has
storms in her
eyes, and
moon ash at
her feet.
she loves to
watch the
branches
dance at the
rhythm of the
wind, and
let the rain
wash her cuts.
she has lungs
full of stardust
instead of air,
and whenever
her breath
mingles with
the breeze
you'll see flecks
of magic
floating in the
skies .
words flow
in her veins
and course
through her
system ,
for her blood
is her ink, and
the universe's
her paper,
give her a pen
and she'll
write about how
the sun
secretly meets
its lover behind
the curtains
of the twilight.
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Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
