Dressed in a gown of night and stars

clouds of a summer storm as a train

crawling behind her

the fear and deepest desires of others.

 

She was that epitome

for others to look upon

for others too boxed to become.

 

They just stared

envy building in their chests

how, how

they could not request.

 

Lightning kills and shocks,

she would not kill, nor hurt

her soul would mock

barren as her steps fell to the dark.

 

Rude, they would say

ruthless as kings and queens and sovereigns

they would laugh

but scream inside their minds

could not apprehend

how, how is she everything they want for themselves.

 

She does not give a fuck.