She's pale
there was hail
hitting on the windows
she's a monster
apparently everyone knows they don't say a word
Her skin resembles a porcelain doll
she's an actual toy
that everyone plays with
her feelings
drowning in the basket
filled with dead flowers

her star-like eyes
they reach for the night

she's light
so electric
but also a castaway

She's living in the brightest way
surrounded by full obscurity
In an infinite twilight zone

She moves so slowly
away from our faces
we'll never even realize
when she left us