By Hazel Smith, TIWP Student

she floats down every staircase

her angelic aura flickering

whites and silvers cloud her eyes

and she takes my breath away

classic but untold

she loves wild things

people who will never wait

the prettiest trope i’ve ever known

and i can hear her bones creaking

her class heart cracks

she reinvents herself with every piece

of herself that she notices is missing

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