It was a victory night
8. Mai 2022
Sleepless stars.
Fairytales and flushes on her face,
Her face,
The jolly seen relentless beautiful lines of her face
By the bonfire.
I love the hows of her speech
And the depth of her because.
I see her standing at the edge of the fire
Coals at her feet.
No step back, wish she could see the firelit humble freedom lines of her face,
Wish she would listen when I say
Don’t burn yourself, darling,
I know who you are,
I know you’re fighting the scars,
The sleepless scars.
I see her standing at the edge of self-battle,
Breathing smoke into the soft courageous rainy lines of her face.
Hope the rain is enough to hold off the flames.
She’ll burn me if she burns.
If only she could see the contradictory fearful gorgeous lines of her face
But her mirror hangs in the scary parts of her mind and
They took a permanent marker to write mean comments on the glass
Like sleepless scars.