She dyed her hair purple And she transformed into an unknowable force powerful, mysterious like morning darkness Her tears were like echoes in valleys her sighs like the cooing of a breeze through a crack in the wall Her love a liquid substance impossible to hold All is full of love that is how I came to understand what it is to be alone Daddy long legs can't wrap me into being part of this world I am writhing, restless yet accepting that I just don't stick Maybe nothing can stick to the wind without evaporating into thinness a sacrifice for a beauty so great that she despised her distinction devouring herself wishing for dust to become her What if a lowly peasant fell in love with a wolf would love songs be sung? would it be a fairytale or the silence that follows the last drop of liquor dry throat and dry tongues Would their joyful ravaging tugging and galavanting be the thing that inspires heroes or the thing that makes for tight lips t...