She is

She is

not of this place

she will

sidestep and skip, rather than shuffle

with phantom souls

turn and thrash

against the currents of indifference


The “do not walk’ sign means run!



Not rusted iron…

her ways are daisy chains

intricate, scattered

along dusted lanes

fragile fragments oft failing, falling

as a virgin pale petal array

skirting ankles


She will force a smile when tears begin

swallow the pain whole

to a raw within

be brave my dear

stay with pure intention

for outstretched arms await


and to them