(she has the sea beneath her lashes and fire burns above in her eyes)

shes winter
with the eyes of autumn
little apricots burnt by fire
hidden in her skull
the song from a broken box
the light in a black wave
the flame from a broken match
you're alive,but
where are you?
you look as the soul of a century filled with crippling heartache,
baby,
you look like a question,
i am asking of you now.
answer me?
- a.m