some girl, her lantern so mildly intensified
(much like her eyes)
wanders through the shadowy dark, trees
make shapes in her clouded gaze in ways that
intrigue her to 'see'
makes her way with:
an empty wish for incandescence
two thirds of a heart
a dull axe (to slay what is not 'real')
and a poorly preconceived notion of the word 'feel'
she leaves a trail of something stale
bread crumbs?
they were...
for sure
but led anyone in circles
who dared to follow
and so
not a soul to truly find her
truly.
(another girl,
setting fire to the trees
behind her
was not noticed)
one could find
some girl
upon taking the wrong turn,
and smacking unwittingly into her, full force
knocking her down
finding her a pale remnant of a frown
laying there, dazed, not aware of a thing
a complete lack of light
with a complete lack of fight
one would, in that circumstance, meet
'some girl'
not
'a girl'
where some girl leaves bread crumbs
a girl leaves fairy dust on fire
and when they finally fell into each others arms,
exhausted,
i sighed
it's about time
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