sitting there shaking as pink crystals falls out of her fingers.
spicy grass laps up the inside of her lungs as she exhales.
stretch marks of a cold planet longing to be caressed.
see if she could drink the nectar inside.
spin around creating tornadoes in space.
situated in black holes like a rocking chair.
squints her eyes, squeezing the milky way into yogurt.
so she hurtles over heat bombs.
crashing to shore on the shoulders of a shooting star.