Zooming up to the sky,

and the fake stars

are spinning around

her blemished eyes.

She draws a giant circle

above them all,

fills it up with

the whitest white

and grayish dots.

Begging to forget

the agony of

the bastard

sad songs.

She smiles and frisks

then frankly lies;

sings along,

getting high.

She flies and

falls deep in heart;

inks her soul with

butterflies

and paper cuts.

Feels them all

and buries them

in sleep, in a life

ever after.

S