A no to the world and all its gilded wonders
So that she may bask in the oceans of her own skin.
She would laugh, a wide smile full of pearls,
in the face of the rivers and streams
Who claim her depths are too dangerous to traverse.
I loved reading her private odyssey. You can
Find it on the coral reefs that have grown across her skin,
As mysterious and sad as the stars in their contestations.
I wish I could count every heart she’d stolen in her smile;
Every soul including mine turned to Jell-O by her touch. Instead,
I marvel at her world and wait for my vocabulary to grow.
Sarah is a new writer hoping to share her work. She enjoys reading, writing, going to museums, and learning new perspectives.