She Is

she has the exterior of a blissful silhouette but an interior like a shattered vase. words slip through the crevices of her mind with slick, soft movements, creating waves within her mind, and hurricanes within her body. her eyes reflect the shining sky, becoming the last piece of sanity she can hold on to until it breaks apart, releasing the horror that she hides behind her beautiful canvas. she holds her soft hand out to the air, guiding people along to the safety of the dark place called life. she sings a soft song to the people she wanders by, allowing them to once again feel the serenity they have had before. some people call her pulchritudinous, but i call her a life saver. 



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