Ethereal

She came to me in a whirlwind of majestic simplicity times three.

Her ethereal beauty stood out in a way that could not be explained.

 

Unpredictable, one might call it,

with a touch of charisma that you could sense from miles away.

 

She was out of this world with her bright purple hair,

roots coated in black.

 

Her skin the color of a ripe green apple.

The ones on mother’s table that never had a chance to rot.

 

This world was never enough for her,

always in search for the lovely underneath this cruel eclipse.

 

Finding nothing never surprised her,

yet it always disappointed her.

 

Leaving as quickly as she came,

this was never her home.

 

Crying her back,

in hopes of a return.

 

Author: Victoria Jerde

Victoria Jerde is a writer who enjoys long walks through forgotten mine fields, cutting her hair spontaneously, and reading books that make her cry for no reason. She likes to spend all her money on face masks that probably don't make a recognizable difference, and she is also the type of person to lose everything that she owns. Her favorite hobbies include waking up at two in the morning because she thought of something to write about, sewing clothes when she gets stressed out, and being a fake IG model because hey, why not?

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