In Her Brevity

her kisses were glacial...honest she devoured every star on which she rode at times, amber spirits would peal the veneer expose the pulp of her mind...scarred... one night the shine sprinted from her grasp, living dullened that wild horse stride... she curled up in my heart palm, wilted and worn-like a scorched flower slashed by the lightning streaks of life... told me she was frightened of it all at times she wished to be weak,( to sow strength?) to be legless, aimless( to polish the stride of her wandering being?) at the end she devolved her heart became a cloud high paper wall, on which everyone scribbled their hate... but nobody breeched her heart like i did nobody that is our legacy...screw them all... we were a smear of black and red petals in the morning frost... a frost ,that for now kisses all my dreams she was strength- weakness a rainbow of disease buckled but complete...in this brevity called her life. R.I.P K.P