The celestial bodies did not line for her
But each day she walked across the constellations
To create her own destiny.
The earth was parched, devoid of water
But each day she bathed
In a cauldron of love potion.
There was starvation and demise of countless
But each day she preyed
On the infernal stars.
Blanket did not spread to her in that icy chill
But each day she wore
The heat of an erased meteor.
No fragrance to wipe out the the pungent scent
But each day she smelt
Of the strong sillage of the petrichor.
She was crushed like an origami
But she each time she rose
Like champagne in a tall glass.
She was chained by dark forces
But each time she shone
Of countless lumens.
Each time
She came
Harder than ever.
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