she kept a crystal in her pocket.
an amethyst, to be exact.
she believed in the properties it delt—
good luck, healing, psychism, peace, happiness or optimism, etc.
it became a weight in her hands
it weighed her down at night.
it stole back what was theirs.
the girl's heart, to be exact.
it went looking for fresh blood
but none did it find.
her heart was taken
by one in mind.
she had eyes the color of chocolate
and cheeks filled with constellations.
her hair shone a beautiful caramel
and she walked with soft thunder in her steps.
and every so often lightning would strike
so close, so near
but every time it would miss
until once when she finally trusted her enough to take down her walls
and that was when the dart hit
