i remember

her eyes were like doors
that welcomed anyone through

her hands were rough
the hands of a crafter

her freckles looked like stars
shining on the face of the sky
that was her skin

her arms were torn
not from an accident
but from the pure hate
of not being able to feel

her nails were painted
each a different color
i don't think she knew the difference

her hair was straight
and scarcely reached her shoulders

and i..

i never saw her again.