She is a masterpiece,
a collage of all things that are the gritty kind of beautiful.
She is dirt under freshly polished nails,
She is a scar blending in with rose blush. She is a punch,
thrown with a single white carnation.
a kaleidoscope thrives in a shade only described
as green-blue-purple-red, just
beneath Her calloused skin.
there is glitter sprinkled in Her swirling hair, and Her eyes
are beads leading you into the next dimension. She is a picasso of complexities,
a portrait of (im)perfection,
and she will live forever in a museum of memory.