Star child

Bitter fruit
hollowed through
saddened faces in the rain
she reaches to an empty space
chiselled in her darkest pain
hollow, dry and terse
she tiptoes
and touches her dreams
with the tips of her fingers
lilac dew
dripping from her
contours,
lines
beautiful
lines
swirling in the palms of her hands -
Lifting the
lids off her deep pocket dreams
crushing insecurities
she's flying,
flying with her
thoughts and her plans
time can't catch her
no one can
running raw screaming banshee
through heart
through soul
Banshee trippin when she rippin.
chomping the moon
and nibbling the stars
light shoots through her eyes
like heaven's holy rays.
Star child.