That Woman
She laughs alongside her demons
Not much could startle her soul
Forged by the fire of hell she has lived through
Iron sits heavy inside her chest
Oh, she lost her heart a long time ago
But my God that woman is alive
She doesn’t walk on air
Isn’t made of bubbles and joy
Her smile holds secrets
And her eyes are yellow with fire
She walks like the dirt of this earth simply begs for her feet upon it
Wind trails her every step
A storm willing to destroy what stands in her way
She doesn't feel the rain as it slides down her skin
For the clouds are her creation
Her touch could chill even the warmest of souls
She gives no story
Offers not a hint of who she is
But my God that woman is alive
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