she was the kind of girl

who moms raised their daughters

to hate

and fathers told their sons

was worthless.

the kind of girl who people would warn you against,

the sort to make you stutter with disbelief.


– said too much with her eyes

so shameless… bordering outspoken.

Outlined in henna, doing pellizcoes

to the picking of a Spanish guitar.

An organic soul.


this girl cried honey, straight

through the cracks of her heart,

and you know people couldn't help but watch.

Looked, but never touched.


She was some unbound child of the Universe

who knew the songs of every language and used the stars

to prophesize.

Laid down in the snow and said

' whatever will be, my friend,

whatever will be.'

Alis volat propiis.