Red thread, little by little,
frays, strays, and trips over the
lies you sold as gold.
Black fabric filled her sight
Gold stars in the form of
Constellations
covered the material.
Images of creatures, the Zodiac,
danced across in a royal blue.
Her skin was ivory against it
Her eyes bluer than norm
And she knew one word,
A rare word,
to describe herself.
Beautiful.