Her

Her red lips like roses
With their petals splayed lazily in the golden light of the late afternoon sun
Wistful eyes shine like pools of fresh honey
Spilling their secrets to the swarming bees that come to clean up the mess
But you already knew there would never be a happy ending
At least not for her
Lies can be spun into webs
But not like the delicate cobweb gown she wore that night
Beating heart and swirling head barely staying on her shoulders
With all of the concrete that filled it
A whirling, howling wind
Just a disaster waiting to happen
But all you could hear was the rain
Softly falling
A pitter patter of tiny feet
Their quiet breath filled your head until nothing mattered anymore
Except for the calls of lost birds from the distant corners of your mind
Where butterflies drift through a maze of scribbles and cryptic shapes
And if you could just sort them out they could be the map of the cosmos
The stars are branded in the walls of our brains and we have only to break the barriers
You and I hold galaxies in our hands
Fragile beating hearts with tiny limbs
Taking in the world with multi faceted eyes
Eager and innocent
But Fate waits, disaster in her heart
This was never meant to be
Her eyes close as the roses wilt
Their petals falling to the ground
A captive in her own mind

Her fingers trace patterns in the frost on the glass
Swirling, twining, interwoven shapes
Chasing each other through the eternity of the barren waste land that you call your mind
Once, long ago, your thoughts were filled with wonder and color
A majestic bird in flight, skimming over the trees and dipping through clouds
But now you can barely remember how to read a book, let alone invent one
Worlds flowed from your fingertips and soaked into the pages of empty lives waiting to be filled
Fantasy that you could see
Realities that you could hear and touch
Playing out in every room of your mind for all eternity
Each one unique and unknown, a separate locked door for each story
But she remembers when the doors weren't locked and the stories would run free
Colliding and melding into new and endless possibilities
Glowing, twisting and changing
Playing connect the dots with the stars in her eyes
It was always you who could tell
You were always the one to translate the messages written in the lights and sounds of tomorrow
The messages that were sent out to all of us to make sure we would know what to do when the world started collapsing
Because we always knew it was coming
And when that day arrived we each picked a room in your mind
A galaxy for each of us to take refuge in during the storm
But what is this stomach wrenching, gut clenching grief that you feel?
It isn't just butterflies, but dragons and fairies too
She felt the cold too soon

Her thoughts swirled in the silence
The last defense against the dark
Days slide by but there is no hope
Not for her
Not for anyone
Paralyzed by the blazing flame of the future
Calling for someone to organize and file away the confusion
Because there will never be a record of yesterday if there isn't a tomorrow
Twirling skirts and fleeting figures
Dance in and out of the edges of your mind
Tangled shadows and murky water fill your waking moments
But thudding hearts and fluttering lashes fill your dreams
Chasing away the haunting shapes and clearing the dust from your eyes
A field of flowers
Clean, free and lovely
Just waiting for an innocent soul to become ensnared in the brambles hidden in the center
Darkness always lurks at the core, hidden and waiting for its prey
Awaiting the optimal moment to reveal itself
Waiting until it is too late for the light to fight back against the suffocating weight of the end

Her body lies parallel too the stars
Shimmering like fog in the twilight just before dawn
Flickering spirits shifting in and out of focus on the edges of your conscience
Impractical thoughts dance in a whirl wind, rain dashes against the edges of your brain
But you turn away because nothing matters
She is the only thing that has ever had a sharp outline
The only clear picture in your life, stark and bright
The only real thing in the brittle oppression of thought
Dark swirls into dark, ever changing shadow
But if you could only throw back the curtain
All would become clear
A perfectly preserved sculpture, intact and impassive
Staring into your heart
Lungs swelling
Gasping for a breath that you cannot find
Searching for air in a vacuum
Where nothing exists except the way her eyes glowed that night
Flushed cheeks and scarred knees, blue and purple
Intimate with the pavement where she stumbled and fell
Scarlet mingles with the dark, swirled and marbled
An intricate pattern blending with the rocks and the grass
Red, grey, green, blue, and brown
A rainbow in the dark places where no one dare go on their own
Wistful phrases and gentle words mingle and glide from their tongues
Everything is beautiful today

Her conscience unravels the lies in her mind
Like wild animals clawing the walls
Trying to find purchase
Trying not to fall
Trying not to land, broken and sprawled where you already lay
Because you may be beautiful but she is already gone
Trapped in pools of sky and forever
Spirited away by the twisting tunnels in the dark
Glimmering like the eyes of those who try to hide in the night
Sublunar, subject to the moon
Always controlled by another
Held together by wood chips and small strips of sanity
A single digit in infinity
You may think of her as divinity
But really
She is lost

Her hair like the long grass by the river
Tangled and wild like her heart
You could never own it
You could only hold it and mold it for a short time
Because it was never meant to be
She is herself and she is free