the ocean fell from her eyes
blurry we looked to her
nothing more than images
nothing less than human
more human than she...
she thought herself less than
but more bad than good
more demon than angel
born of beast, not man...
stretched flesh like
ruddy branches
softness where unwanted
firmness where undervalued...
unfinished movies on her back
cartoons, portraits, fantasy
an unfinished draft on her thigh,
silver-pierced breast
scarred and flattened half-chest...
name her 'beautiful geode'
dull to dead eyes
crystals and gems inside
broken but she still shines
she glitters in my mind