she rocks on a satin sea

her crossbow jawline aimed upward

trained on the sun.

she shoots, trying to make

the sun sink to her,

make it fall

in love with her.

blushing rose petals dance around her,

rocking in the ripples she sends out

like messengers

telling the world

of her existence

with a wink and a nod.

“fly to me,” she cooes,

“come closer,

closer.”

her mind is embroidered

into her billowing sleeves,

in sharp crystalized thoughts.

but her heart.

her heart is tucked

deeply in the corners of her being,

sliced into easily-concealed

pieces of a priceless object.

but if you, somehow, impossibly,

got to know her,

the pools of honey in her eyes

might melt down her face,

like the warmth of the blood

that once stained her there.