Guises

A magnum of gold growing in the centre of her chest...for all the people she loves and has loved and will love...all the swelling music, all the times she has closed her eyes, as the joy becomes almost too much to bear.

It's all there inside her today, squeezed beside the sadness and the confusion...all the things she cannot understand, happening inside this world, right now, and also within her.

Such insane sweetness stepping in time to the blackest black.

She is a storm of cliches today.

She is living, at least.