She(We)You(I)

She sat in the middle seat-- second row, third from

the left, closes to the window she never dared

look out of

Her hair was cut short, perfectly styled for her

face, or so the magazine said, but her bangs were

long, side-swept, that way if she tilted her head

just right she completely covered eyes dark as sin

or maybe chocolate or dirt

All her friends though she was mysterious when

she smiled, just a twitch tipping the corner of

her lips with its hint of dimple, like she knew

something funny but didn't want to say;

Mostly it was habit left from when she chipped

her tooth, tree climbing, and didn't want her

mother to know

Sometimes she emptied her mind, pretending

that she was being surrounded by nothingness and 

held her breath to imagine what drowning is, not 

because she wanted to die, but because she read

somewhere that it was warm and peaceful,

And on days that feel like tomorrows (and yesterdays 

too far past) she closed her eyes and flung her arms wide,

spinning faster and faster until she was a blur of color

blending into the backdrop of life with a vibrant streak

of glittering independence that splintered from her soul