she was all dressed up

She was all dressed up with no one to love.

her heart wrapped in the torn fabric caused by sharp jagged fingernails and poisoned lips.

her tender soul was clothed in old rags and unfinished stories.

She was all dressed up with no one to love.

with lilies blooming in the spaces between her fingers and rose thorns for tears.

her unbreakable skin soaked with disappointment and nightmares.

she was all dressed up and holding the sun in the palm of her hand… Alone.