A Simple Girl

 

She's a contradiction–
either shines merrily with the stars,
or sheds the glimmer,
by her own will,
to become one
with the darkness.
The overhanging,
self-doubting,
gray clouds
suffocate
her to death.
 
A rainbow,
even in a dream,
is like antimatter:
eats away
at her element,
decimates
her being.
 
She thrives
in black
or white.