she wore a cloak of fears from her ankles to her ears
breathing anxious solitude
she had moments of unity with all that is good
but anger welled up inside no matter how hard she denied
she drank from the carved out empty fossils of memory
aching for a long ago past
she refused offerings from the moon
turning into a hungry traveler
upon weary roads drenched by drought
she was so rich
with diamonds for breakfast
emeralds for tea
she had questions and could never sit still
She had questions and could never get her fill
she wore that cloak of fears from her
ankles to her ears
breathing anxious solitude.
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