Nights of no sunlight.

She’s funny, that one.
Walking around with her eyes on fire
and her synthetic smile.
With those shooting star hair strands
and that dark nebula tongue.

You’d think she’d be a walking galaxy
giving off light shows.
But, not all of us like explosions, I suppose.
But, you know, at the center
there’s always a black hole.
And some days, that’s all she sees.
Black holes while counting days.
You can hear her, you know.
Counting, always counting.
Her nervous gravitational pull.
Trying to get her sleeping beauty to wake up.
She never waits for prince charming, either.
She says he's like sunshine.
And she doesn’t like sunshine or
orbiting around light that warms her skin.
Because most things, wear her thin,
explode and leave her alone.
So she just keeps counting days
with her eyes on fire and
her synthetic smile.
With those shooting star hair strands
and that dark nebula tongue.
She’s funny, that one.