she was birthed from blood and starlight
her scars
a gift from the angels
beneath them lay a burbling spring
rivulets of scarlet
whisper tales of mystery
they echo in her head
memories which crafted a mountain
from the ashes it rose
glowing brightly
so luminous
the moon shudders with envy
scattered thoughts and empty screams
run down her cheeks
and s t i l l
and s t i l l
it isn't enough
