Like Midnight
She walks in like midnight owns her name black lace shadows and cigarette flame eyes lined sharp like a quiet threat the kind you feel before you forget
She doesn't speak, she lets you stare like you're the one unraveling there like gravity bent just slightly wrong like silence learned a different song
she's got a goth rock pose, and hippie girl dance like she's lived every life and still trusts chance like she mourns and celebrates in the same breath like she's kissed both love and the mouth of death
Her fingers trace the air like smoke every movement a half-told joke barefoot soul in a combat boot a contradiction that feels absolute
She spins like the world owes her grace then stops like she forgot her own place like she's both the fire and the ash both the slow burn and the fatal crash
And I, just a witness just passing through caught in the orbit of something true trying to name what I can't define somewhere between ruin and the divine
She's got a goth rock pose, and a hippie girl dance and I swear I only had that once chance to understand the way she moves but she's already gone and I've got nothing to prove
