A girl in the seven stars (03/2020)

She danced in the rain at midnight, whispering her sorrows to the clouds,

breathing in the dew of a thousand souls, the lifeforce of everything

as it fell like a million shooting stars.

She danced in the rain at midnight, releasing all her love and tragedies

to the moon, her only source of light in the world of dark.

She danced in the rain at midnight to muffle the sound of her misfortunes with carelessly placed steps and the splashing of collected puddles of her tears.

She danced in the rain at midnight, again and again, and forgot about everything else.

She danced in the rain at midnight, barefoot and beautiful, a silent smile creeping onto her face as the thunder rolled through.

She danced in the lightning at midnight, ignoring all logic and time, spiraling her body into the depth of the puddles, through her splashing tears.

She danced in the lightning at midnight, taking peace in the noise, and solistice in the slivers of silver light, two strikes like her luck in finding a storm to wield her pain.

She danced in the rain at midnight; soaked, but stunning.

She danced in the rain through the night,

and by chance, she found the will to carry on.