He swore there was gold woven through the fabric of her skin,
But the slightest ivory phantom slipped out of her mouth.
As soon as she understood, she inhaled.
"I take it back," she breathed
But every inch was already covered in a dense fog.
So she ran as fast and as far she could, and the people said she left in the shape
of a silk ribbon.
People said she was beautiful
People swore she was light
In truth, she was tired.