Mystery Woman
She’s a lady of wax
Her chiseled face so perfectly proportioned
Her lips plump with a juice of sweet
Her nose sculpted to fit so softly
Her hair bounces and flows, following inside the wind
Her skin is flawless like porcelain
Her hands so light, moving without stutter
Her feet graze the ground
Light steps
She plays music with her voice
The sound of heaven fills the sky
Raising her hands to the sun, eyes open
You see.
Just a glimpse.
Her eyes.
You see the picture over and over
Beyond the emerald green, there is a soul
You feel your heart bearing the pain of a knife
Like a call you run
You feel her imperfections
You cry for her
You now see the scars
The wrists that once painted with a crimson red
It stings.
You can see the wounds
The skin that was penetrated by a fathers hand
She was abused and neglected
You have threatened her
She knows you know
Her arms raise with fury
The lightning strikes
She wants you to feel scared
She wants you to experience it
You feel it but do not show
You still move forward
Despite the imperfections
You caress her face with a gentle touch
She stops.
The world stops.
She sees her reflection in your eyes
Without and attempt you have saved her
Her soul sprouts and her branches expand
Her flowers blossom and the storm rages onward
The wind blows her to a dust and she flies
You watch.
There was a reason she ignored everyone else
They wouldn’t understand
They knew nothing of her
They do not see like you
So you stood out and she knew
And she chose you
Now all she is, is a memory inside of you
—Selena
