She is nothing.
Just a black sheet before your eyes.
But out of this apocalyptic world, a special set of eyes see more.
She is a black sheet of stars, glistening and blinding.
Perhaps this is why no one saw her.
This special set of eyes had a body,
And he loved her.
His words created galaxies and planets.
His touch created colors, bursting into her sheet.
Making her deeper, bigger, glorious.
She is something.