sandcastles

she lives in a world of fiction, a universe of twisted truths and romanticized realities;

she’s a girl who lives hidden away behind book covers, in between italicized fairytales;

the clamor of society is drowned out by the lullabies of literature, by

the poetry and the prose to which she ever-so-tightly clings;

she falls in love twice a day, and once more in

the night, scrawling half-forgotten daydreams on her yellow walls

before they slip away, sand in between her fingers

pounded into castles, castles that will never crumble,

will they? with time, ignorance becomes insufficient,

imagination an illness, and dreams the

dust that has settled over

her right-side brain,

the sandy ashes

of her

soul