That girl has always felt like she
Can bloom a dawning sky from obscurity
Using only her mouth.
She is
phosphorescent, blending with the light that strikes
Her skin long after it shifts away and
Overflows onto the ground beneath her.
She flourishes, ingesting the sun like
Ripened fruit in the summertime;
Desperate and ravenous.
She is a craving animal that splits
Open the morning and gorges herself
On its warmth. It
Brims from her lips and
Trickles down the outline of her jaw.
That girl has always been composed of
The broken glass that magnifies the world.
She reflects out of habit, distorting images of
People who puncture themselves with the
Jagged slivers of her wilderness just by
Sprawling themselves at her feet.
She is unobscured,
She can’t help but accent the crookedness of
Each body that peers into her,
Of those who dim just by looking at her.
She pushes her glow
Into the cracks of every shadow eagerly and
Fights the blackness until it softens.
That girl has always felt too delicate
To ****, she does nothing but illuminate
what is beautiful until it becomes repulsive
With the right angles.
That girl has always felt ready to combust,
Every word she speaks is a bolt of lightning,
Daunting those who try to put their hands
On her without flinching;
*Touch me,
I dare you.
Let’s see who shatters first,
Let’s see who
Can shine the brightest.