She stands like she's waiting
Her body still, perched on a shadow
Hoping to leap off
There is no heaven and hell
Just another night's war
Between Keds and Louboutin
Oh how she would love to run in red soled shoes!
And speak in italics or in bold
But everything in her demands direction, order
It began in grade school with perfectly filled in pastel pictures
Everyone just like the last
Something in her still wants to smudge
And cut nothing but jagged lines
But she doesn't
Not today, maybe tomorrow
When the water feels right....