p.193

I knew a girl with butterfly
eyes.
thin
shadowy webs
draped with the most beautiful curtains
to shut out the world.
a soft palette of porcelain,
needle fingers
digging into palms
waiting to break
the foundation of a soul.
I cannot describe her.
I cannot begin this way.

love beheld in a face like a painting.
framed by raven locks askew
like
the
waves.

she began her sentences slowly
like the unfolding of a masterpiece.
her voice like rain
fell through the sky
readying to destroy
your perfectly etched out day.

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