Arovell

It's hard to breathe when you're hiding.
But from this hiding place
I search for the girl who has never.
I find her standing outside the house of a girl
Who has suffered much more than she.
And as she plunges her sword into the gravel
Another will rise up behind it, a little taller
And over and over again,
As she dances up onto her hilts,
Longer and longer the shiny blades, a curling stairway.
Her dress is the comforting faith of the sky,
Soft blue, her balance run-dancing, dance-running, all or nothing.
And she pauses to shoot me--or you--
Some peace
And the stars in her anime eyes
And a laughing smile.
The red of her hair is darker
And brighter
In the middle of a gleaming upward spiral
Away

Author notes

^_^ A vision I had. You know your imagination is overactive when you can dream without being asleep.

You're right, Heather. She's not dead. But whether you're friends with her or not is up to you. Not her problem.