composure

her heart was guarded by a steel cage

but steel rusts and turns to dust

her thoughts were composed of hissing steam

a sharp presence, then fading away

her mind was a rickety gate

closing and opening upexpectedly

her gaze was as sharp as a pair of scissors

though sometimes blurred by tears

her voice had a faint shine to it

like the silver bracelet looped around her wrist

her soul was a star

everything, everywhere