maelyn

What you think is a great rock

over your head is

actually a great ball of glitter;

when you think you're about to be crushed

by a massive rock, and

it has become too heavy to hold, the

ball will pop, and

We were once one

With the trees, a

Cell which would come to

Sprout, to birth, to

Hatch us all: the

Life that breathes

The world, and

Tears slipped quietly 

Down her face, hair 

Messily tied back into 

The lowest of low ponytails, and 

Perfectly manicured nails just begun 

Elouise could hardly breath in the corset she was being strapped into.

In my heart is a girl who

Waltzes to the beat

Of the thrum, who

Surrounds herself with millions

Of fairy lights that

Twinkle with the stars, and