White Magic Studio

the-apology-peach:

the quiet men who loved her
loved her loudly,
with arched radio waves
and the distance
between computer keys.

they deemed her madness
beautiful,
fed and watered it,
patted down
the soil.

for a moment,
paused on the sidewalk,
they let her pet
the sunlight.

it smelled like lavender
and softened in her palm.

then: come away, child,
your new white dress is dragging
in the dirt.

her feet were bare and bloody.
she danced.