One moment all pink and flowers,
the next, blood and bones.
She jumped off the overpass.
Floating above in the blazing blue sky,
then sucked below into the noise and traffic.
She was always like that.
Holding 2 possibilities –
The only true things.
Always beautiful on the outside, ugly within –
Or was it ugly on the outside, dark within?
No one knew –
– yet everyone knew.
She could never understand.
Wanting to fly, to be free,
wanting to crash, to be grounded.
Impossible simultaneous wants.
What do you want?
She wonders, but she doesn’t care.
Too wrapped up in herself, no self.
Flowery brilliance –
Aren’t we all?