She shakes off the morning
to feel something real
to run her fingers
through shimmering air
to somehow make sense.
Silk and glitter
fill her dreams
decorate her thoughts
with reckless abandon
and hopes that always crash down.
She sinks in her fears
clinging to black and white dreams
and the blooms of dead flowers
beads and wishes
fill up her heart broken jars.
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