she

She wore a summer dress, quarter length to show her calfs. She was a woman trapped inside a girls body, knowing things she shouldn't. Knowing pain and grief and loss and irreverent truths. While others were giggling and cheerful she was despondently absent, sliding into the trench dug by the ruthless man, the lawless man, the slave, the pagan and the witch. Her skeletal's born of the past, out of burden, out of sin, out of entrapment and deceit. She picked daisies on daisy days even when daisy days were so few. And when they'd come she was reassured that it wasn't just a black hole of nothingness that brought her here. There was something else too, a speck of something brighter, warmer and uplifting. Like a unicorn followed her here to this earth, and it trailed her incognito, like a smile we know is there, underneath it all. Sometimes she'd ly in the dirt to prove there was no wrongdoing in being amiss. To the rest, she was weird and hopelessly unusual, nothing more than a colorless color. A simpleton to the simpletons. A brat to the brats.