She

She was born to the Day,
but given over to the Night.
Her brain fizzled like seltzer.
Anxiety was a monster that she let in.
She was born with a star and a moon.
She opened her eyes like curtains,
drawing in the warmth of the Sun.
Her eye lashes were like butterflies fluttering in the wind.
They were long and beautiful.
Her soul felt evanescent,
the way it ebbed and flowed like the Tide.
She glowed like a star at Night,
like something ethereal,
like something from another world.

Reviews

[Neville]

some things just have to be seen to be believed and even then, they are unbelievable .. beauty of course tho in the eye of the beholder, is a fine example .. N

[light and ashes]

Thank you for your review.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

metaphorically exceptional...
why is it that everything beautiful must now seem like it is from another world.
especially love the line "she opened her eyes like curtains"---

j.

[light and ashes]

Pleased you liked this piece, Jacob.. Thank you for stopping by.