There she is
the girl who tried to touch the stars
her orange hair contrasting sharply from the black sky
a streak of color in a place where there should be none
her pale hand reaching in the air, grabbing wildly but finding nothing
Her full, pink lips turned into a frown
Betrayed
There she is
the girl who tried to touch the stars,
her bright, green eyes searching, her lashes blinking rapidly.
Yet even in her despair, she is graceful
her slender legs
the dip in her nose
the freckles dotting her face
her tired body, skin and bones
her dress that is worn, split seams and frayed sleeves
There she is
the girl who tried to touch the stars,
pulled down by the weight of the world
the ocean taking her feet and pulling her down, down, down
begging her to come and join the icy blue