jane
for as long as she was supposed to be gone
jane,
for as long as she was supposed to be gone,
she has remained.
repelling the soil
that nurtured her earliest days.
seven years ago,
she altered the trajectory of her fate.
uncalloused hands,
glowy eyes,
she booked a one way ticket to the sky.
aligned with the clouds,
adjacent to the stars,
her stories,
her triumphs,
her resonance traveled far.
i see her in every battle won,
every battle lost.
i see the wins,
i see the cost.
the moments that are just right,
the ones crystallized in time.
when i think of her,
i think of her stoicism
the steadiness of her magnetism,
how crucial of her symbolism.
i think of how her storytelling made
the crowds loud
ignited roars of disgust
or made them proud.
her secrets shared amongst those
whose whispers are taken to the grave
the lonesome’s codes tethered
to their final days.
when i think of jane,
i think of how she
loved,
fled,
revolted,
relayed,
what her
calloused hands,
enigmatic eyes,
had to say.
jane,
who seven years ago
changed the trajectory of her fate.



people are so cool
this took me exactly where I needed to go