definition of her
A giggle and a laughter keeps her sadness at bay and strangers loom her unknown to discover what they hope defines her.
They tell stories of how she danced a canary's dance
How, in her, feathers of a brightly coloured peacock spread abroad etching corner to corner.
A little breeze would rock her minds ocean and inside she'd bring to her temple dark hopes of an ashy end.
And everyone was a mere task to be fulfilled in a day.
Her eyes would tell a million pages of an endless story, her lips would dare move to utter them.
Her smile would light up an empty sky but her heart bled blackness.
She was the apitamy rather epitome of hate for anathema developed for all that is living including herself.
She has murdered love and freed hate to roam and disrupt peace in lives she conquered as her own.
She laughs that laugh of destruction with no fear in sight.
Her future seems too bright but she dims it for her impulsive inclination of her psychotic heart.