the last time I saw her,
she wore a batman shirt tucked into a floral skirt
her hair pulled back into a soft braid.
she ran towards me
as if running away from something
with such fearlessness in her eyes.
on the days darkness
poured down from the sky like
blood from an angel’s wrist
she stood tall
even when her spine caved inwards
and her knees shook like earthquakes
i swear she was magic.
in the way i could see the fire in her eyes
lighting the path to lead everyone else but herself home.
she refused to follow the yellow brick road
for there was nothing ordinary about her.
her bones heard revelations telling her
she was weak
and her scars played music that sounded like
death knocking on your door at night
but her smile was a bullet
shooting fear in his throat.
when the coldness bit her tongue
she wrapped her arms around herself
and wrote about the summer,
about flowers growing in places
they weren’t supposed to.
the nights now feel
a lot longer than the day
and the sun feels a lot colder
than the moon,
but you are a miracle
science can’t explain,
and if this doesn’t stop you
from letting go,
i will hold onto you
till you can see my heartbeat’s
indent on your skin,
till you can hear my voice
echoing in your ear
you are so much more than what you were told.