by Adam Van Sudry25 Dec 2019
She wore a fine,
almost invisible dress,
made out of dust.
It made her feel at home,
with it, she lit up the dark skies,
dimming the pain of those who chose to feel naked and lonely.
The softness of her skin often covers the most tenacious spirits.
Fair skin peeled backward revealing weak streams of muck running through her veins.
Made of poisonous chemicals,
she took to try and deal with her pain.
But in your eyes,
she will always be as clean and pure as a freshly dried coat of varnish, spread over wood that had time to mature.