Her teeth didn't align themselves
In neat rows like goody students
And railroad tracks were but a dream
To poor girls, who grew into
Smiling snakes.

Her hair spread about like smoke,
Billowing from her scalp in wide,
Wild waves.
Frizzy, and untamable
She kept it shackled to the
Back of her head,
A river of chocolate running down
Her fragile spine.

She was distant,
Withdrawing herself from herself.
Her body was weak and bony,
Too long someplaces, too short
In others
It matched her personality though,
Her never-ending want to shrink
Down into nothing
And her ever-growing need
To reach out and touch the world.

Her skin was damaged,
Scarred by brutal judgement;
Marked by painful punishment.
Sleep denied her;
Denied her dreams,
Denied her beauty,
Denied her sleep.
Night ate away her eyes,
Leaving the darkest of craters.
Sunken soul, shattered windows.
Her lips were cracked and broken
Like her speech,
With its split syllables
And her crumbling tongue.

But her love was boundless,
Her hard, thin fingers could grip your soul
With the most gentle touch,
Almost killing you with how delicate it felt;
How tender, and vulnerable.

Her brain was an intense flame
That would burn your mind into ash,
Scattering about in empty head.
She could steal your words,
And twist your thoughts.
Rid you of all that was wrong
And dark.

Some would say she was not beautiful,
She wasn't beautiful.

But she was.

-SLuR