the bullet aimed straight for your heart.

she was elusive.
she was today.
she was tomorrow.
she was the faintest scent of a cactus flower,
the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
we did not know what to make of her.
in our minds,
we tried to pin her to a corkboard
like a butterfly,
but the pin went through
a n d a w a y s h e f l e w .

[ she was a star ]

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