Love

She might be in the other room carving rivers into her skin.

On rainy days she is happy surrounded by the darkness

she craves. He plays a part, a knight wrapped in tin foil, waiting

to save a lost girl. And she does not know she needs saving from herself, because she is living

in denial. He saw her when she was closed off from the world, forcing

her eyes open with words. She let him through her shield of shadows, breaking

into the fog, he brought sunshine to the banks of her hand made rivers--sealing the cage

of the death-dealing dragon who constantly revisits

her mind, waiting to take over,

not willing to be left behind.