She is complicated, only in the eyes of men is she reduced to an object.
Her emotions are anything but one dimensional, her thoughts have an unreachable depth.
Her beauty is unwittingly lack luster to her cunning. Her laugh can be heard a mile away.
She gave her heart to the limit the first time, the second and the third only letting it cost what she could afford. Bankruptcy is a harsh teacher.
Her mother’s wisdom falls heavy into her ears, creating a scratching feeling in her throat, fighting back tears as it sinks in to her belly. Only mothers can reach this place as it is harkening back to origin.
She gazes at her sister, brilliant and radiant they dance together and around each other.
Full of laughter and jubilee.
To others she is giddy, to others she is exuberant, only she knows her secret that the moon is full always, choosing when and how much of its shine to reveal.