Ghosts flicker behind her eyelids
Like dust falling upon grass
A faint buzzing; an irritant ever persistent
In the shadowed blink of her eyes

Phantoms mist past her lips
Like Air curling in step to waltz
An echo of broken promises; reckonings foretold
In the upturned tilt of her smile

Spirits swim through her fingers
Like water sprinting rapids down mountains
A mocking tale of trickery and revenge bound
In the feverish flight of her palm.

Apparitions dance through her hair
Like fire twisting embers to the sky
A vision to escape; hope burning for freedom
In the wild tresses of her chestnut mane