Static in the Soft Light

She keeps a weather map under her skin

One side of dawn, the other side of rain

Smiles like a match that almost slips in

Burning bright, then folding back again

Her bedroom moon is pinned above the bed

Like it knows the names she never says

And the hallway spins a little too fast

When the quiet finally asks her who she is

She holds her breath to make the feeling pass

But the feeling learns the shape of this

It’s a secret storm in a borrowed dress

A heartbeat dressed in red and blue distress

She’s trying to stay where the floor feels real

But the wire in her chest won’t learn to kneel

Some nights she’s a flame, some nights she’s glass

A hundred little selves that never last

And no one sees how hard she fights

To keep the static soft enough to write

She laughs too loud, then disappears

Into the edges of her own soft fears

A warning light behind her eyes

Blinking through the pretty little lies

Her hands know how to hold the day

But not always how to make it stay

And the hallway spins a little too fast

When the quiet finally asks her who she is

She holds her breath to make the feeling pass

But the feeling learns the shape of this

It’s a secret storm in a borrowed dress

A heartbeat dressed in red and blue distress

She’s trying to stay where the floor feels real

But the wire in her chest won’t learn to kneel

Some nights she’s a flame, some nights she’s glass

A hundred little selves that never last

And no one sees how hard she fights

To keep the static soft enough to write

If she looks like she’s made of light

That’s just the way she hides the night

A little too high, a little too low

Like a door that won’t decide to close

She doesn’t need a spotlight on the cracks

Just someone patient enough to ask her back

It’s a secret storm in a borrowed dress

A heartbeat dressed in red and blue distress

She’s trying to stay where the floor feels real

But the wire in her chest won’t learn to kneel

Some nights she’s a flame, some nights she’s glass

A hundred little selves that never last

And no one sees how hard she fights

To keep the static soft enough to writeSo if she trembles, let her be

Not every wave is meant to leave

She is not broken, just alive

Learning how to survive