she was the incandescent body of matter that always seemed to wander at places she could not call home.
she was the jot of rapture that embodied the broken and entangled messes of the earth, holding them together.
she was another form of self-destruction that ignored the blaring sirens and stretched her hands forward, intercepting through my body and seizing a grip on my heart.
she was an iota of fear but still reached her hands towards me anyway and grounded me like a lighthouse beam reaching towards a boat and guiding it back to shore.
she was a scintilla of whims, a soft-spoken disaster.
the idea of this poem is not entirely mine by the way!!!!